I wake up in the apartment. It was too dark to see much before, but now that it's lighter, I can see that in one area, some floorboards had been torn up and put back in rather hastily. I investigate, but there's nothing there but cobwebs.
I continue on my way and haven't met any crazies. I've reached a main road and I start going down it. I see something move. Ducking down, I crawl along until I'm close enough to see it. It's not a crazy, it's some guy with two broken legs, bleeding badly from his chest. He's just lapsed into unconsciousness, and I've got a bad feeling that the blood'll bring some crazies. There's a car in fair shape nearby, and it has a little bit of gas in it. It's locked so I smash open a window and unlock it from the inside. Hotwire works out, and there's a map of the city from a couple decades back in the glove compartment. I drag the injured guy into the back seat and take off toward where (I hope) the hospital is.
