Since the plague hit everything's
gotten pretty crazy. Everybody's pretty much stopped going to work
& everybody's pretty much trying to defend their homes as martial law
is attempting to come in effect. I never thought I'd be a looter,
but since the zombies came it's pretty much the only way to get anything.
I'm in the Wal-Mart when I hear a whole pack of people come in. I
see some of them & they're one of those groups of marauders.
Professional hunter/gatherer/looters that compete with the militia units
in size & strength. The militias & marauders sometimes take
each other out for supplies. I'm not really even sure how much better
the militias are sometimes. I hide by a case stack in one of the
toy aisles because I figure that's someplace they're less likely to hit.
I hear them yelling to each
other & eventually one of them comes into my aisle. I club him
in the back of the head with my right forearm as I kick his left ankle.
He falls & I grab his arm to pull him off the floor to tape his mouth
shut; but when I yank, his head gets caught on the lip of the bottom shelf
& his shoulder dislocates & then his neck snaps & he's bleeding
from a cut where his head was caught. I hide his body with me behind
the case stack & I take off his pistol & put it in my backpack.
I take his knife & shove it through his eye to kill his brain so he
won't come back. I get a lighter & a pack of cigarettes out of
his pockets & bullets are the only thing I need from his backpack.
There are shots fired from the front of the store & I run for the fire
exit. There's more gunfire, enough that when the fire alarm goes
off it's barely noticeable. I look around the edge of the building
& it's a militia that's having a face off with these marauders.
There's no way I'm going to be able to get to my car & all this noise
is going to attract a lot of zombies.