Name: Jake
Weapon: Fists, 9MM (1 and a half clips)
Clothes: Holster, Steeltoe Workboots, backpack, Black pants, saftey goggles, prescription eyeglasses, white T-shirt, wristwatch
Items: Prescription drugs, coffee, eyeglass repair kit, screwdriver, diary, book.
Area: Infected part of great britain.
I wake up. My alarmclock didn't go off. Strange. I get up and get dressed. Brush my teeth, get ready for work, grab pistol and go outside. There are many more people outside, they are all surrounding a car that crashed. I get in my 95' red pickup and drive to the accident.
"He crashed right into a house!" somebody shouted. I looked in my rear view mirror and a black stormcloud is on the horizon. I drive out to work, Machine Die Casting Co, and the first thing I notice is the area is boarded up. My pickup stalls. I look at the battery gauge, the fuel gage and engine heat, all are normal except engine heat is in the red. I get out and when I open the hood, an arm flies out from the engine. The engine is covored in blood.
"How did somebody put a loving body in the engine of my truck?" I say out loud. I take all of the bodyparts and stuff out and get back in. The car starts. I walk into work.
"Jake, I'm glad yer here." says my Co-worker, Adam.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Sewage pipeline burst, power's out and these, creatures come out of the sewer, they look like the hobos." he says.
"Oh stuff!" I say. I go outside and I drive my pickup to the area, sure enough, creatures that look like zombies are pouring out. I grab my pistol and shoot the nearest one inbetween the eyes. It falls over, all of the other zombies start flocking towards me. I get into my truck and floor it to the countryside.
