Profile - Thomas Moore
Weaponry - Glock 18, 4 inch Pocket knife
Clothing - Hoodie, Tee-shirt, Blue Jeans, and Hiking Boots.
Inventory(Backpack) - 3 cans of pears, Can opener, extra socks(never know when your gonna need socks), Extra coat, screwdriver, crowbar, and a small Medical kit.
It started with a crash.
I shot up from where I lay on my bed, walk to the door and slowly opened it. I saw nothing. Must have just heard something I thought. I went on with my normal schedule, taking a shower and getting dressed for school.
As I walked down the stairs, there was a low moan. Knowing my brother, I just thought it was him playing a prank on me, so I continued to walk into the living room and started to pack my bag. I heard footsteps behind me but ignored them, then I felt something pulling on my arm and whipped my head around.
There he was, a large man with blood dripping from is mouth. I jumped up, ran into the kitchen, open a cupboard and took the nearest frying pan out. I whizzed around to find the man in the doorway. I charged at him and swung.
It hit him square in the face and he went stumbling back, but he wasn't finished. He slowly limped forward again, and I hit him strait in the temple. He fell to the ground and wasn't getting up anytime soon.
I stared at him for a few moments, realizing what I had just done. Then I walked to the TV and turned it on. There was a map. On one side there was a key that said 'infected population,' Red meaning the most, Green meaning the least.
Michigan was red.
I turned and ran back into the living room and started unpacking my bag. Then I realized that my family was gone. I stopped and got up from my knees. Looking around I saw nothing. No sign of my family.
After what was happening really set in, I started to pack furiously. I started looking through the kitchen, but only found 3 cans of pears, bread, pretzels, and some other stuff. I could only use the pears. I took them and ran back into the living room, stuffed them in my bag and ran upstairs into my Mom and Dad's room. I reached under the mattress and pulled out my Dad's glock. I had only shot it at few times at the range, but it would have to do.
I ran back into my room grabbed some socks and my spring jacket, and went back down stairs. I stuffed the back pack with my new found items and remembered that I would need a can opener for the pears. Walking back into the kitchen I had to step over the now lifeless man and almost tripped over him. I then grabbed the can opener and put it into the bag.
I picked up the bag and raced down to my garage and opened the doors. There I grabbed a crowbar and a screwdriver set. Didn't know what I'd use them for.
I closed the door even though it wouldn't matter and started running down the street.
