Profile: Bob (DACK)
Inventory: A knife, hoodie, paintball mask, rain boots, camoflauge pants, 9mm, 2 magazines (for 9mm), backpack, food, gloves and drink.
Health: 100. Hunger: 0. Thirst: 0.
30 days... 30 horrible, pitiful, moaning days... I sit here thinking when the military will get here... I'm holding out in Virginia... But I don't know how long I'll hold out. They're about to break the door down, it's creaking on its hinges. I can see their faces, mouth agapes, dripping with blood. Will I survive? Heh, problably not. I think I'm the only one in VA whose alive. No one can tell, not me nor my 9mm. I load my 9mm and rooster it. Sticking it in my pocket I twirl my knife out, ready for the first zombie to come. The door smashes and at least 10 zombies come rushing after me. I grab the first one and gut him with my knife. I slice the arm off of one sneaking up behind me. I duck under a hand thrust and kick out with my feet. A zombie starts crawling on the floor after me. I pull out my pistol and shoot him in the head three times before he falls to the ground dead. I dodge and parry, slicing and shooting. There is one zombie left; it's a hunter. He jumps on me pinning me to the ground, trying to get a taste of my blood. I slice upwards trying to kill him, but he still has me pinned. I finally manage to slit his throat, and stick the knife in his head. He falls on top of me, dead. I push his dead body away and pull out my knife. This is not a safe place to stay anymore. Not at all. I go downstairs and look at the clerks dead body lying on the floor next to the front desk. I loot him for anything I might be able to use. +1 Key. He didn't have much else that I could use. I find his car and unlock it, getting inside. I look in the car for anything useful. +1 Flashlight, +1 iPod. Meh, not much here either. I put the key in the car and it runs. Thank goodness. I start driving to Arizona. This is gonna be a long trip.
