Sam casually got up, turned around, and stared right at the rotting, slobbering walking corpse right in front of him. The zombies never really scared him, at least not at first. Sam mostly just ran from them, but after a while he discovered he was really good at defending himself.
Really good.
Sam observed the ground beneath him and he noticed a tire iron lying on the ground. He calmly picks up the tool and walks toward the slobbering menace. Sam brought the iron back, building up a good swing, and he unleashes the improvised bludgeon on the zombie's head.
The zombie's head popped like a balloon full of meat scraps.
"Dammit!" Sam blurted as he wiped bits of zombie brains off of his jacket. "Aw, I'm gonna need some new clothes anyway." He really did. He hasn't taken a shower in about a week.
Sam knew that probably wasn't the only zombie around the town, and he probably needed to find a place to stay low for a day or two. He needed to find a car, and most importantly, he needed a damn shower.
He did see a gas station a few blocks from where he was. He was sitting in front of a small casino, which made little sense to him. Seemed pointless for a small backwater town like this. Sam walked to the gas station and walks inside. There was a mechanic's shop and a junkyard attached to it.
Sam smiled. He knew since there was a mechanic's shop, there had to be a workbench in there. And if he was really lucky, a car he can rig up. He quickly pushed a vending machine in front of the entrance, just in case. The mechanic obviously lived in his shop, there was a bed, a fridge, and of course, a workbench.
Sam had quite the creative mind. He rigged up his car with a lot of knives, machetes, and even chainsaws. He was literally a mechanical genius. He could fix and modify almost any car and machine. Plus all the years of watching old bad horror movies gave him a lot of ideas for improvised self-defense.
Sam noticed that there were a lot of tools in the shop. And quite a bit of duct tape. He did make weapons by taping things together. He made a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it, a gruesome mix between a fire axe and a sledgehammer, making a big heavy club for zombie smashing.
But he wasn't going to worry about that now. He was going to bed.
Tomorrow was gonna be a rough day for him.