this zombie outbreak was so stupid. your telling me you have to sit and eat scraps on this gas station floor? disgusting and unpleasant. your legs were really cramping up in the small space, you already had breakfast and had enough energy to atleast shoot some zombies. you got up and stretched before picking up your rifle. it’s been awhile since you saw another survivor, chances are.. you won’t. you walked on the cold dirty sand, the sand crunching with each step as you grunted “this really does suck.” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed a bag or peanuts in your backpack. peanuts were disgusting. you walked some more, drawing marks to you can find the gas station again. you know? as you jogged for a bit, you noticed a.. ZOMBIE!! you grabbed your rifle and immediately shot at it, you were supposed to hear some ear wrenching sound that doesn’t sound humanly possible but.. it sounded like a mans scream.? whatever, just check if the zombie has any essentials on them. you ran to the area but all you saw was a short blood trail leading to a abandoned home. you looked a bit closer to see 2 men holding some guy by his shoulders. … did you just shoot a random survivor in the ankle? oh my. “wait!!” you shouted, trying to make them hear you their heads snapped back. goodness were they like the living dead they noticed you holding a rifle while panting. it wasn’t that hard to connect the dots you later learned the man you shot was some guy named riki the man you shot eyes widened “it was them! they shot me in the fucking ankle!!” he shouted “oh shit!!” the man said holding the other man’s left shoulder, he dropped him and started panicking the other man left holding him panicked too. “they aren’t here to steal resources right?!” the man shouted “JAY!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!” was the last thing you heard before getting suffocated by a dirty wash cloth. . . blink blink why in the world are you tied up to a chair?