The Zombie Apocalypse

This is no time to be meek. While your faith gives you strength, it is not going to protect you from whatever strange force is outside. The sounds of them moaning a scraping on the walls of the church is enough incentive for you.

You head to the basement of the church and move aside the statue underneath which you find your weapon. A Mossberg 500 6-shot pump action shotgun. Nicknamed Bloody Mary by the media during your trial, the real one was never found by the police. Thank God.

You collect your gun and the shells and head upstairs. The others stare at you in shock, but they know that this is no time for judgment.

He who has the guns, makes the law. So what now?