I walk a few ways down the street, keeping close to the others, and find another police cruiser. The windows were spattered with blood. I opened the door, not surprised to see a dead cop. I drag his body out, looking inside the car. No shotgun or assault rifles inside, and I was about to return weaponless, but I realized that the cop was probably carrying a weapon. I looked at the cop, weighing my morality and need to survive. I eventually took the gun, and returned. "I found a pistol, Glock 22 looks like. Fully loaded, no spare magazines."
