Phillip had thought he was the only one, he had thought that there was no one else out there besides him. He was the only human left, if you could even consider him as a human. He didn't know what he was.

He'd been bitten by a zombie, and had fought for his life thinking he would turn soon, but he never did. The bite mark never healed, a reminder of his carelessness. But it was also a reminder that he was an anomaly.

He would go for miles without seeing a friendly face, all the zombies would trudge past him, not a single glance in his direction. He entered this gas station, hoping he could scrounge for some food or supplies.