**I originally have this posted on Mibba. If you'd rather read it there just search Hungry For Flesh**
Since I left, I haven't communicated with a real human for about two weeks. The last people real people I have seen were Tino and Phil. They weren't even people anymore. Them and one other random intruder were coming towards me like I was the only food source in the world. Luckily, I was in the kitchen with the knives ready to kill my attackers even though I was not so sure about killing my best friends ,but I had to. I stabbed Tino in the forehead and Phil in the temple. I stood there in shock even though I never believed in what I just witnessed. I sliced off the other guys head and quickly went to thinking about how I must leave. I packed some of my essentials such as clothes, some weapons, food, 24 pack of water and other miscellaneous things. When I got to my Hummer H2 in the garage, I put my weaponry in the passenger seat and everything else in the back seat. I take the two full lawn mower gas containers with me and put it in a tote so it wouldn't spill. I packed my trunk with the gas tote. I really don't understand why I am so calm, maybe because television and movies have prepared everyone without making anyone truly aware. I opened my garage and backed out; driving into hazardous traffic. I drove around all of the crashed cars. Occasionally, I had to drive in and out of ditches to avoid the big mess of mangled bodies and blood in the middle of the road. I've stopped in the safest areas I could see and would go through abandoned cars. Sometimes, I'd have to beat some of the dead cannibalistic humans with my baseball bat. I started to run out of food faster than I thought I would but I would savor every drop of water I consumed. At night, I would sleep in the front seat with awareness so I could be on the move if any "eaters" were trying to attack. I obviously knew to stay away from once busy places because that's where a big majority of the infected would be. I drove down the ,seemingly never ending, road and saw two people waving at me. The dead can't do that. I drove over slowly and saw two bloody guys with no noticeable bites or scratches. I pressed the button to the window and let it roll down.
"Can I help you?" I asked, with a little bit of excitement cause I haven't had a conversation in weeks.
"We need help," the taller guy started,"our group was attacked and we were the only ones who escaped together but we have no weapons!"
"Lift your shirts," I demanded. They lifted their shirts with no complaints and I inspected their bodies like they were used to being inspected by strangers. Which makes sense now that the world has changed, you can't take chances if you want to live.
"Turn," I ordered, again. They did so and no bites or scratches were seen. "No bites or scratches on your legs right?" They nodded no. I know how this went. I've watched it on my tv screen. "Get in," I said as I accepted their need of help. The taller guy slipped into the back seat first and then the shorter one. The shorter guy had black hair with barely visible blonde streaks and piercing blue eyes. The tall one with messy bed head hair startles me by claiming his name is Alex and the short one is Kellin. I started driving again when the back door was shut and I re-locked it. After I locked the doors, I mentioned my name was Austin and apologized for the introduction delay. We drove up the street to a Circle K gas station and parked in the back for employees, where hardly any eaters were. We snuck through back door, which was shockingly unlocked, and got it in to the back room with all the stuff that hasn't been displayed yet. We grabbed as much food we could carry and find and traveled back to the Hummer. There was an eater walking around my vehicle and facing it as if it was surveying it. I gripped my trench knife, hitting him in the head with the brass knuckle part and then stabbing him at the nape of his neck. I searched his pockets for any identification. Apparently, his name was Justin Hills. I looked in his left pocket and found a .22 revolver. I pat his front pockets for ammo and found one more bullet along with the 7 it was already loaded with. Everyone quickly got back in the car before anything else came wandering towards us. I started the car and the three of us took off.