I can see it now... fighting off of hoards of zombies, you run out of ammunition. Out of desperation, you throw away the Bushmaster, and draw the .44 Magnum. A cylinder, 2 speedloaders, and 18 dead zombies later, you draw the Springfield .45. 3 mags later, you toss it to, and quickly flick out a folding knife, and hurl it at a charging zombie. Then, you flick of your trench coat, and draw a giant sword. OMG! Sorry, I have a writer's imagination (ie overreactive)