The Zombie Apocalypse - Chapter 1
I gave upon the empty cans and bottles littered on the ground. This is where the convenience store once stood. The military stripped all the stores of supplies, meaning i'm probably dead in a few days. All of Australia must be knee deep in zombies, bandits and God knows what else. My bag is half-full with ammo, beef jerky and water from the month of scavenging and looting I've been doing. But medicine is what i'm looking for, as a bite from a zombie could mean that I turn into one. I look in the distance and find an old house still standing. Might as well look through it, even though I know that its probably empty.
"Hello?," I yell. "Anybody home?"
No response. I slowly open the door with caution. As soon as I open the door, a scent of blood and alcohol hits my nose, a telltale sign that someone was killed here. With steps as quiet as a mouse, I amble towards the kitchen with my pistol in hand. It seems to take forever, but I eventually reach the dirty, blood-stained kitchen.
"What happened here?," I think to myself.
The cabinets are all left open and empty, presumably from the myriad of looters that shamble through the town. We all go after the one thing: food.
After 20 minutes of steady searching, all I found was a bottle of whisky and some matches. Getting drunk in the apocalypse is a bad idea so I'll leave the alcohol behind. However matches is a survivors blessing, providing fire, warmth and a quarter of the things you need to stay alive.
I leave the house and continue my way to Eastwood, a fairly decent spot to loot. The army hasn't touched that town yet so supplies can be found there. I know all of this because of my CV radio back at home, or what I call a home. A shack, made out of pallets and 2 by 4's is what I have to look forward to at the end of the day. 4:30. Good. Enough time for me to scavenge Eastwood and get back home.
-By Kevin