Signs of the Infected
You land hard on your bad ankle. You cover your mouth as not to draw any attention from the oncoming zombies. You manage to climb to your feet. You limp over to the grocery store front. You smile to yourself thinking that you are slowly starting to become a zombie. Great. Thankfully the door to the store is open and you are able to go inside.
"Hello?" You shout hoping a threat wouldn't emerge from the stores darkness. You wait, no one comes. Thank God. You grab a cart and are able to collect as many groceries that you think your family will need to last another few months.
When you are done collecting food and other supplies you look outside and see that the zombies are waiting for you.
You think to yourself: What am I going to do now?
(Note: You are out of bullets, and you know you aren't strong enough to wield the blade you are carrying.)
"Hello?" You shout hoping a threat wouldn't emerge from the stores darkness. You wait, no one comes. Thank God. You grab a cart and are able to collect as many groceries that you think your family will need to last another few months.
When you are done collecting food and other supplies you look outside and see that the zombies are waiting for you.
You think to yourself: What am I going to do now?
(Note: You are out of bullets, and you know you aren't strong enough to wield the blade you are carrying.)