Day 2

You have been on the run for 24 hours now. Yesterday you met up with a small group of people who, like you, knew they couldn’t stay in the city. You recognized a few of them; neighbors, friends of friends. Knowing that it is only a matter of time before one of you is bitten, you tried not to get too attached. This is not the kind of situation in which to make friends. Unfortunately, however, you needed support and you can’t help but rely on the few people around you that you know are actually alive.

After a horrible, nightmare-infested “rest” (if you can call it that), you sit up from the bundle of leaves you were laying upon. You look into your backpack, wondering what you had thrown into it during your haste to leave.
Water bottles, Band-Aids, ramen noodles… you don’t have much there. You know that you are going to need a few more supplies. Batteries for your flashlight, some sort of weapon, and a map, to say the least.

You rub the sleepies out of your eyes and hop up from your leaf-bed. You know that you will need a time for emotions at some point, but now is not that time. Now is the time to act.

You gently wake your best friend.
“We should run into town and grab some supplies,” you whisper.
“It’s still dark- do you think it’s safe?”
“It’s as good a time as any. Maybe the dark will help to hide us.”

You pass the lookout and assure her that you will be back shortly. You have been to this town- you are quite near the local grocer.

The trip to the store was easy enough. There were moments that your heart was racing, but it was almost entirely eventless. You attempt to open the door but this was fruitless: the doors were locked.
“The proprietor must have left,” you speculate.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else.”
“I don’t think so. We shouldn’t wander around a town we hardly know when we could just break a window, slip in, and then slip out.” Thinking that your plan is foolproof, you grab a nearby rock and smash in the glass window.

You hop inside the store and begin the search for your necessities. You even think to grab a hiking pack and some lightweight camping supplies. As you finish up your “shopping” spree, you hear the sound of moaning just over your shoulder. You swing around the axe you grabbed as a weapon and kill your very first zombie. Shaken up, you call for your friend and make for the door. The street is crawling with zombies.
“They must have heard me break the window,” you pant.
“Well, there is no use crying about it now. Let’s go.”

You run as fast as you can back to camp, relieved to see the glowing ashes that signaled you had made it back. The zombies were slow moving. You were not followed.


For now, let's focus on a small number of miles for the week. This week's goal is 2 miles. We can consider it a warm up. The miles are due by Sunday. Just so you know, I won't be posting a story line every day. But I thought I would today since we are just starting out.