Gas mask, hoodie, desert eagle [eight bullets]
Boulder, Colorado. Hiding at the top of the Flatirons (Yes, they're mountains.) in a ski lodge.
I've been holding out with about 15 other survivors in a large ski lodge for the past few weeks. I'm the only native to the area, so I always have to go out and get food for them. I'm the most likely to die.
We found a few deagles in the security office, but that's all.
The scenery from the windows is amazing, and the building is being held up above the mountain face, so the only thing we needed to barricade was the front doors.
There's a wildfire going on about 40 miles away, and we saw a few cargo planes carrying flame handicapant fly across. A helicopter was flying by a few hours ago, but it jerked out of control, most likely to the pilot being infected.
Thank god, that the place had a cafeteria. We have food for the next few months.