The dash to the sheriff's station and the fumble with trying to get the door open actually went better than expected. Harvey was hoping that was the last bit of running that he would need to do for a while, but he realized that entering a building like this could often be the same as walking into a trap, if any of the zombies were lingering in here.

Which was definitely possible, but if they could get some guns then they wouldn't need to worry too much about that. A well-placed bullet would take the walking dead down easily.

One thing at a time, though. First was catching his breath. Second was looking for the cabinet that he'd forced open the last time, which wasn't where he remembered it being. He was about to let out a groan and deliver the bad news, but that was when Leanne spoke up.

"The lockers?" he echoed. "Is that where they keep the guns now?" It was clear that some things had changed around since he'd forced his way in here that night, but that had been a month ago now, so maybe it wasn't so surprising. At this point he was actually glad to have Leanne with them, since she'd clearly been here more recently and knew where to go.

The question was whether or not there were going to be a few lingering zombies between them and the goods. Harvey tried to slow his breathing down so he could hear if there was any moaning or any dragging sounds.