Eugene was sitting on a fold-up chair he had placed atop a broken-down RV outside the school gates. He scanned the street with bored eyes, eating potato chips as the sun warmed him. For once, it didn't seem like too bad a day. Until he heard gunshots. He dropped the chips and grabbed his hammer, standing up to look around for the source of the noise. He could hear the sounds of the undead on the breeze, and his eyes widened as he saw someone running up the street towards him. "Hey!"