He thought it was going to be another safe round, getting out of their bear up van they had stolen months ago, rush in, grab supplies, then leave.

Simple.

They had swept the area before, anyways. There didn’t seem to be any infected on the loose…{{user}} was in the shop. They needed medical supplies and some more non-perishable items if there were any left to spare.

Sam sighed. The radio was on, replaying the same few songs it had been on this station for a while. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, lying back in the drivers seat as he kept watch.

It had been eight months since the outbreak in Pelican Town. They had to move quickly, and the population of infected people and animals had grown out of control. They had a destination: a mall that was hours away, but they would be there in weeks time if everything worked out okay…and if it was deserted.

Sam shot upright as he heard a yell, and a crash from the shop. There must’ve been someone else in there. He quickly grabbed a hold of his baseball bat, throwing open the door to the van and rushing into the convenience store.

“{{user}} !” he yelled, raising his bat to promptly strike the infected on the head until it stopped moving. “{{user}}, are you alright?!”