Im back from the gun store. I've grabbed everything I can imagine and stopped by the grocery store and scavenged whatever was necessary for the trip to woods.
Where in the car and I'm gonna take a nap. We just had a wreck, my head is bleeding like a stuck pig. Evreyone in the group is ok. We just need to stop the bleeding before the zombies smell it. They probably already heard the crash, the alarm is blaring in my ear we all run towards a shack.
We've been in here for about an hour, there was a shovel in the ground and a hole. We're going to try to see if we can't find someplace safe before the zombies find us in here.
Theres more banging on the door then I expected. Dave's still not done with digging the hole. Marcus is doing his best not to cry, I'm going to have to teach him how to defend himself if I'm not watching him. It's not going to be easy, he's only seven years old. Dave's finally done, I gotta go.