(Sorry, my brain's, like, everywhere right now, but yeah sure!)
They had almost made it to the edge of the town when the sun began to set sooner than Axl would have liked. They still had about a twenty minute walk before they would make it to the edge where he was sure no zombies lingered. (cough cough he's wrong) He looked up to the sky to see it darkening. "Well crap." He looked down at himself. His clothes had been torn even more fighting the zombies along with way, blood splattered everywhere. It had been a long day. He was almost out of bullets. He still had about ten left, but he knew he'd most likely run out if he ran into too many zombies.