Just turning 18 it seemed weird now being considered an adult and the world just seemed to be turning down. Wonderful. Driving along the road having a few laughs as he runs over the damn zombies. Purging himself of all food he consumed the other day, "Aw hell," his meal gone to peoples desperation of suicide. Insanity apparently had taken without explaining the obvious too much.
Within the car once more, he had not run into survivors often and when he had he was a minuet too late. Fresh on the floor other enjoying the bountiful meal before them, driving on he spotted a Ralph's reminding him he does need to eat. Ax in hand ready to chop a head by swinging a baseball bat hoping for a home run. A gun shot is heard and he enters with caution not wanting a misunderstanding the the gunman.
"…bitch." He heard amongst a mumble of incoherent words. Blood here and there, people were afraid the food was contaminated. Most shelfs were empthy thoug the smell of rotting meat lingers in the air. "wow, just wow. I cant believe how bad it got." He hears and recognizes it. "Ezi?" he asks, his voice loud enough. "Whose there?" the voice asks. "Arthur." He claims.
A shotgun inches from his face appears and he readies his ax.
"I'm so glad to see you!" His friend hugs him.
Surprised at the contact, "Yeah, um, how did you get a shotgun?" He asks in awe.
Re-grasping his ax as it almost fell from his hand. "Come on, and hurry." She exclaims, disregarding his question, and he follows close behind. "Have you been bitten?" She asks, "No, and you still didn't answer my question, where did you get the Remington?" Pointing to the shotgun in her hands, "I got it from a man being mauled, mind you I did try to save him but they- those things came after me, so I ran, eventually-," she stops due to hearing a noise. Crouching down getting ready to aim and fire, she motions for silence; moving one foot forward she stays low as her friend tails.
"Anyone there?" she asks, "Any body alive?" she says louder this time.