Shoot the creature in the head.
shoot off its legs with MP5 then bash it with crowbar again.
reload the second you can; if you didn't expend the whole mag put it in a pocket or something and reload with a fresh mag.
keep out a sharp eye for anyone else; run back into that food mart you entered earlier, across from the church, and camp out there. if anyone not a monster heard our shots they'd probably head over to the church and it would be wise to link up with them. but as always be careful of making yourself known.
Food mart was in the second town, which is 1km away
Get something to eat, you've been loving around with zombies all night.
Hanns checks his mag, only two rounds left in this current one. He gets down on his knee, tanks aim for the 'head' of the creature and fires. The noise now out in the open echoes much further than it did in the previously did in the second town. The sound of the bullet hitting the flesh makes a thick meaty sound, with a massive mist of blood being shot up. There's a large hole where its 'head' was. He fires again at the creatures leg and it explodes into a red mist. The creature is now on the ground, not moving. Hanns runs up to it, takes his crowbar and sticks the bottom end of it into the creatures torso, ripping off all the muscular tissue, revealing a heart, a stomach, and a small intestine. He destroys the organs and then leaves back to search the town with the church some more.
As he passes the church, he turns right off the road, into a another road with some burnt houses, some shot up houses, and some houses with a possibly perfect stature. Hanns curses, not eating for two days. He walks into the first house he sees that isn't possibly affected by anything. He walks in, through the door, a stairway to his left and a hallway with two doors on the right, then at the end of it a kitchen and a first-floor balcony. He walks into the kitchen to discover some cereal on one of the dining tables. almost empty, but just enough for one bowl. He grabs the box and pours the cereal into his mouth. When he's done he sets it down on the table, and says "Thank god." He looks through the cabinets, some non-perishable goods, mainly green beans and tomato soup. This house was ransacked but whoever ransacked it was very picky of what food they took. He grabbed the can of green beans and started to eat, he took out his thermos and drank some of the water. He checked to see if there was water anywhere. None in the house. He walked out to the first floor balcony. There was a mini-fridge, but it had been unplugged for a long time, he opened it up, there was a spiders nest, but a bunch of tiny airplane alcoholic beverages. He carefully stuck his hand inside, trembling somewhat with arachnophobia, he grabbed three of the airplane beverages and quickly closed the door; he sighed with relief. He walks to a shed in the back yard, he opens up the doors and there's a skeleton of two dogs, some birds, and a cat. He walks inside, nothing but some cordless power tools. Some screwdrivers, hammers, and a handsaw.
