Torrey
Torrey just ran from the man. Yeah he offered a ride out of town but she didn't trust people. She was going to get her own way out. First she need a weapon, yeah you got all the people who thought it a good idea to take on a horde with a bat or a golf club but a gun was the way to go. There was a hunting store up the road, she would grab a rifle, maybe a bowie knife. Then she would head to the bridge, almost everyone went to the mall and almost every zombie followed them. The bridge was the farthest thing from the mall and that is where the least amount of zombies should be. Torrey soon found herself at the hunting store, bodies riddled the outside. Zombies or otherwise, she opened the door and went to the gun section. Oddly enough they were still there. She grabbed this scoped rifle and a box of ammo then this hunting jacket. After that she grabbed two bowie knives. Then she exited the store as she left she saw three people. One older guy and these two kids. They each had rifles like hers. "Stop right there."
"Alright. I'm not bit."
"That doesn't matter. You be a threat to me and my family."
"Oh my god it's you." Torrey said under her breath. She knew this guy, she knew all of them. They were the Hall family. They were preppers of sorts and skilled marksmen. The dad was crazy and even killed a few hobos a few years back but he wasn't charge due to 'insufficient' evidence.
"Now drop your-"
"Oh god please. I need to get to the mall. There's more survivors there and supplies where we can wait this out." Something of a smile grew on the man's face. He turned his back and looked at the mall.
"Yes, the mall." That's when Torrey took her chance. She began to run. The Halls fired at her but they only ended up hitting zombies. Soon she found herself a safe distance she tested out her rifle. There was this lone zombie eating a leg. She aimed with her scope and fired. The zombie fell down dead, then she turned to her bowie knives. She readied them and then threw it. The knife landed in some zombies head. Torrey pulled out the knife and went on her way to the bridge. As she walked she shot and slash any zombie that got into her way. Now she was at the bridge and who does she see, the man who offered her a ride. He was doging this huge zombie.
"Well shit." She said under her breath. She ran to the man holding her scoped rifle.
"Well hell. Little miss too good for a ride."
"Shut, so this zed giving you trouble."
"He's strong enough to smash cars so you tell me. A huge ball of goo flew over their heads. Torrey took a couple of potshots but they did nothing.
"We're either going to need bigger guns or more bodies." Torrey said.