I stepped into the old convenience store. Broken glass crunched under my boots with each cautious step, as I checked to make sure I was alone. For now, it seemed safe.

I let out a relieved sigh and began searching through the nearly empty shelves for supplies. I had hoped that, being this far out from the city, I might find more, but all I could scavenge was a dented can of food and a bottle of water. I checked the back room as well, but it had clearly been looted long ago.

"Damn it, I need to start rationing food until I find something decent," I muttered under my breath.

I gave the place one last look before noticing through the broken glass doors that it was getting dark. Wandering around at night would be craziness, with all the bandits and zombies out there. I decided it was best to camp here for the night and move out in the morning.

Sitting on the counter, I struggled to open the can with my knife. Damn, the blade's dull.

CREAK

The sound of a door opening somewhere deeper in the store sent a jolt of fear through me. I froze, staring toward the noise. A humanoid figure emerged from the shadows, the faint light from my makeshift stove barely illuminating what seemed to be a girl. Wait-a girl? A zombie? What the hell is going on?

"AAAAAHHHH!" I screamed in pure panic as the figure approached, losing my balance and falling off the counter onto my ass. Acting on instinct, I hurled the can of food at her, narrowly missing her head. It smashed against the wall, exploding the tomato soup inside and splattering it everywhere.