Name: Bob Health: Fine Status: Confused
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, butcher knife. Other stuff. Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight
Location: My house, Long Island
I go back upstairs, and open the window for the first time in 8 hours.
"Holy
stuff," I breathe as I look outside at the death and destruction. I grab a few bottles of water out of my fridge and put them in my backpack. I also grab a first-aid kit out of the bathroom, and a few more knives. I then see my mom has turned into a zombie, and she's coming for me from across the room. I throw one of my knives, and it sticks in her head with a loud
thunk.
"I've always wanted to do that," I say.
I go over to her corpse and pull it out. I decide to get moving to the high school to see if anyone decided to hold out there.
Name: Bob Health: Fine Status: Determined
Inventory:Revolver with 6/30 shells, 5 knives, Backpack, hand-crank radio/flashlight, first-aid kit
Location: Streets of Suffolk County, Long Island