Bill lifted his head slowly, looking up and outward. His gun was gone. ' Goddammit how... my favorite gun! Everyone thinks I'm dead, I'm bleeding out, and I don't have my gun. ' Bill stood up as best he could. It was bad enough he was mobbed by Tanks, but his knee just found the perfect time to act up. Bill soon fell over, and landed in a pile of his own blood. This was just not his day.
A few hours later, Bill was up and moving like normal. He grabbed the last health kit on the table, but the only weapons he could find were a golf club and a pump shotgun. " I guess this'll do. This is at least enough for me to get out of the city." Bill stumbled his way to a broken barricade, run over by the Jimmy Gibbs Junior. He cautiously passed the barricade; hoping one of those new infected would stay away from him. It was going to be a long journey, but Bill knew that there was another sailboat somewhere.
( Eh, eh? Not bad for my first time, right? Tell me in the comments. )