There I was sitting there on the roof of that gas station that everyone said would be the safest place to be. Groans and bloody gargles were the only thing I could here. The stench of rotting flesh and decaying bodies filled the air to such a nauseating point that I wanted to pass out but I couldn't what if they got up here, somehow I would have to stay alert and watch my ass as there was nobody else to watch it for me. Why does this happen to me, I have been passed around from safe house to safe house until I got here. The one place that was supposed to be invincible, the one place that was going to keep me safe, the one place…. Well you get the picture. But it was too much the smell had finally gotten to me and in a half brain dead state I passed out still hearing the moans but the last thing I did here was the faint voice of my father, you know the one that every man here's when they feel as though they have failed yeah well this time he was not speaking he was screaming. A zombie was eating him alive and I could hear his desperate cries for help as I hid in the closet but then it was gone and I had totally passed out.
When I looked around still half asleep I had almost forgotten what had happened the previous night but just like every other bad thing that has always happened to me it came right back around to slap me in the face. I knew I could not stay there for much longer with no food and I could not go back in the gas station to get any supply's as all of the zombies were still in there eating my friends so I jumped of the rusted roof and ran. But where could I go, I was in the middle of know were. This is Jacksonville North Carolina its nothing but a bunch of dead hillbilly's. That of course solves my gun problem but there is no were generally safe to hide out at. I was armed with a 6-shoter with two more rounds and one large hunting knife and that was not going to help me much as there were probably thousands of the undead all around me hiding in the shadows just beyond my field of vision which was enough to make me sick. But what could I throw up I hadn't eaten anything for days now and I was starting to feel it. I wind up finding a dirt path after I had walked for about ten minutes that seems generally safe so I take it and decide to see where it leads.
Half hours later I come to a small hardware store with a vending machine in the back so without any precaution's I ran in and was faced with two of the undead eating machines. I generally pull out my pistol but was faced with a shot gun and one other equally scary rifle.