The fire truck was taking longer to fill up than any of them hoped. Randall, Jim, and Mr. So were on the top of the fire truck with their squirt guns as people slowly approached them. They were obviously not zombies by the way they walked. They had weapons with them but still unable to tell if the bullets were contaminated or not, they were loath to use them. The inverter that Jim had used for the ham radio luckily worked, wired into the old gas pump, although slower than normal it worked and was filling the gigantic tank of the fire truck.