So this was my life now? Really, this is what my life had turned too? Maybe I wasn’t the greatest person before, and I had karma coming my way? But was this how bad I’d screwed up? The Apocalypse had come, and not just any Apocalypse the Zombie Apocalypse. Was it a government experiment gone wrong, or had the dead truly risen? Whatever happened didn’t matter, the fact was when the undead rose, civilization collapsed. The weaker were picked off first elderly, those with too much girth to run, children, either devoured or infected. One bite or a scratch that was skin deep was enough to begin the transformation into one of these abominations. They were dangerous, strong, durable, violent, cannibalistic, but they were not all powerful.
These zombies appeared to be blind, with loud noise such as gun shots attracting flocks of them, and blunt trauma was enough to put them down, but the only way to kill them was brain damage whether from sword or bullet. That was the information Jason Moore, ex drug dealer, Marine, and walmart worker had managed to gather on these creatures. He carried with him a hand gun, and machete, and some explosives mostly flash grenades. The latter were the ultimate diversion but he had those in limited supply, so he had to use them only in emergencies when there was no other option.
Currently he was hiding out in a stolen RV, munching down on some chips. He’d made sure to hit every vending machine in the area collecting snacks in vending machines, he had enough to last him for a few weeks. However he wondered what would happen when the food supply ran out, even if he kept fending off these creatures without food he’d starve to death.
(DAMN she's a sexy gurl)