The Walking Dead

The Undead are cooing and moaning peacefully, facinated by the buttons on each other's corduroy shirts.You slide quietly behind the two lumberjacks and reach the shed, swinging the aluminum door open and stepping in unnoticed. Upon closing the shed door, you realize one flaw in your plan. It is pitch black in here and you forgot your flashlight. The gun and shells could be anywhere in this muddled mess of rakes and leaf bags. Do you...