No master chief style for you >:(
If any one has gone master cheif style, it is you.
Clothing: T-shirt, Shorts, sneakers
Inventory: Radio
Food: Canned beans
Weapons: None
No response. It is a dead world out there. I am thinking of staying here, but all of a sudden, I hear static on the radio. I can barely make out a voice, I tune it more, and listen. "All floridians.... Infection... martial law... this may be, the end of human kind as we know it. We are evacuating... colony." This is all I heard. I assumed it was something about that survivors colony. But really, there is only a limited time before they get overrun. i fell to my knees, and cried. I cried for my family, my friends, everyone who is suffering in this awful time. I heard something come up behind me and touch my shoulder. i wheeled around and elbowed it in the gut. Hard. I saw who it was. It was a police officer. I had totally forgotten about me being wanted by the police! I bet they would just give up soon, with Florida being doomed and all. As he was unconcious, I took his gun. Then I saw it. the police car. i ran over to it, got inside, and drove off. I then counted my supplies, i had 18 bullets for the Barretta i had taken.
About an hour and a half later, I saw it. The 20 foot Perimeter wall of Florida. There were armed guards looking across the border, and that was when igot really scared. out there was ocmplete anarchy. No laws, nothing preventing some 20 year old from shooting me in my skull. Then I remembered how I had just ost everything, and decided to move onward, I drove up to the gates. I asked if I could get out, the guard said no. I backed up about 1500 feet, and floored it. Through the cast iron gates I went, bullets ripping through the back of the car and seats, until I drove out of range.
I now am in Georgia. I have no idea what to do. The only thing I can do is hope for the best. I pulled over for the night and slept with my Barretta.