I walked out onto the streets to the horror that was laid out before me; Corpses strewn across the roads and a legion of the undead wandering in the streets. Oh, well this just sucks big time. I thought to myself as my grip tightened against the metal plate that had saved me from death.

"Better get moving," I muttered to myself, considering just running dead into the seemingly endless horde. I sighed, knowing I would just get myself killed if I attempted it.

I started to creep through the debris as quickly as I could; ducking and weaving myself away from the shattered glass and bodies that laid there just wishing for me to stumble or fall on, and attract my soon-to-be killers to their next meal. As I passed an abandoned police car, I peered through the window, hoping that there something that I could use besides that little piece of metal. My prays were answered as I found a conveniently placed Glock in the passenger seat. I reached into the shattered window, as I tried to grab the handgun. I twisted myself, leaning forward, finally grabbing it. I straightened myself up, lifting the gun up to eye level as I examined the gun. I thought, loosening my grip upon the nameplate as I let it limply drop to the hard ground beneath me. I cocked the gun.

"Well, if it isn't my lucky day," I said, smiling smugly to myself.

I took the gun, slipping it into the pocket in the crisp white coat. I turned, my eyes darting back and forth around my surroundings, searching for anything else that may be of use. My eyes were caught on the large silver sign that read, "Kohl's." Ugh. I thought to myself. Well, at least it's better than nothing.. I sauntered towards the store, taking my time. I rushed through the doors, skimming quickly through the racks of clothes, picking whatever was there. I stood in the changing room, the door ajar, as I stood at my newly acquired clothes. I was dressed in a dull gray, low-cut, long-sleeved shirt with a dark black tank top underneath, black rolled up jeans, and a pair of combat boots. This is good enough. I turned towards the open door, kneeling down and grabbing the handgun from the floor, before slipping it in my jean pocket. I cautiously stalked out of the small room, making my way back to the entrance. I paused as I walked casually up the malfunctioning escalator. I looked over my shoulder, staring at the blood-smeared walls and floor, the dilapidated stores and stands, as a thought ran through my mind. Maybe...maybe I should just stay here.. I thought. I mean, I wouldn't stand a chance outside on my own, especially with only one gun and all those things walking around outside. I grabbed the gun from my jacket pocket, snapping out the clip. Seven bullets.

"Oh god." I said, cursing under my breath at my stupidity for not trying the radio to contact for help, which, probably didn't work anyway. I sighed.

I sat down on top of the escalator as I contemplated the situation. I went through numerous scenarios that I had made ahead of time, in case any time I would have to do anything risky or life threatening. They all came out as failure. There was just no way that I could possibly get anywhere near the city's outskirts without the risk of getting bitten, or worse; eaten alive. It was possibly because of me being alone by myself. I need a large group, more sacrifices, unless there was ever an ambush or attack, I would survive, none the less. But, I knew there was no plausible way of me getting to anywhere else without being careful. So, I took it upon myself to rush out unto the streets, charging through the dense, cold wall of bodies. It would be an incredibly difficult plan to follow through, since I had no one to back me up. But, if I pooled together what I had to my disposal, I which wasn't much, I would succeed. The idea was stupid, moronic, and none the less impossible. I was done consulting myself. I had to do it now, or go insane.

I took a few steps backward, giving myself enough room to ram through the door. I lunged forward, bashing into the door as I ran down the street, taking a sharp left. By now, groups of them had formed, stumbling off towards me.

"Shit!" I screamed as one the creatures somehow came upon me, almost tackling me down.

I shoved my foot into it's chest, as I shoved it away from me, holding it at a safe distance. It squirmed and twisted, as low, disembodied moans came from it's broken, distorted mouth. It's arms flailed uselessly as they swiped blindly at me, trying to grab or scratch my unprotected skin. I grabbed it's thrashing arms, as I pulled it forward, and than kicked. All I heard was a slight "snap" from it's chest. That wasn't enough, I wanted it incapacitated. I kicked again, as I pulled even harder. This time, my booted foot actually pierced the thin membrane between straight in the middle of the chest. I thrusted my foot harder into it's husk-of-a-body. My foot pierced completely through the chest, and ripping a nerve in the spine, disabling the lower half of it's body . I pulled my foot out gently from the disabled monster as it fell to the ground, groaning and writhing. I turned, as I kept on running, always seeing myself glance back over my shoulder towards it. I abruptly turned, as I ran into what seemed like a large, old nineteenth-century cathedral.