You and Jason were out scavenging for extra supplies when you stumbled upon a herd. You were both fucked, stuck in an old supermarket surrounded by the infected.

He did his best to barricade the doors using heavy furniture. He worried that it wouldn't be enough to keep out the horde lurking outside though.

Once he was done, he rushed over to you, locking the door with the sign marked "employee’s only." You both had your weapon's at the ready, preparing for the worst but hoping for the best.

He dragged you behind a stack of boxes in the freezer. The smell wasn't exactly pleasant, but it was better than the smell of death that hung in the air outside. Jason wanted to stay put and hide, even if it meant dealing with the foul odor.

He leaned against the cardboard box, his breath coming in quick and deep gasps. His hands trembled as he reloaded his weapon quickly, trying to still them as best he could.