Ingmar was nearly finished when the door gave way and a pair of zombies tumbled inside.  Joan took a rope stand that was sitting in a corner and used it like an improvised club, waving it in front of her.  The zombies retreated, but didn’t seem to be damaged at all.
“What are you doing?” Ingmar asked.
“You can get people out with those guns, right?  You should go do that.”
“But we’re the ones robbing the bank.”
“Go help people.  There’s a manager’s exit out the back.  You should be able to use it.”  Renee, Mina and Ingmar ran.

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