[center][h1]Jason[/h1][/center]

Jason looks down at his watch, about two hours had passed since the screaming started, dad hadn't come back from the store yet. [color=00FFFF]'well, shit'[/color] he thought to himself. He sits in front of his computer waiting for a news article to load, it had been loading for about five minutes but the internet had been temperamental all day. He gives up in frustration, turning off the computer and heading up-stairs from his basement bedroom. Pulls the blinds apart just enough to give him room to see, and looks out at the street. Looks across the street and sees the corner of Jefferson and Hall, where a car is wrapped around a lamp post. He looks closer at the car where someone is reaching through the driver door and pulling out chunks of red meat and eating it. 

'it cant be true right? I mean zombies?' he says to himself quietly

Jason steps away from the window and heads into the kitchen and opens the fridge, which was essentially empty. Dad was supposed to do to the store today but never made it home. He turns his head as he hears a brief series of cracks from gunfire, it was close. “Damn” he says going back into the basement and strips out of his clothes and finds his survival pack still not believing that any of this is happening. From the pack he withdraws a set of military surplus BDUs, very durable and comfortable in any weather. He dresses in the BDUs and starts checking the equipment in the pack and strapping a survival knife to his belt. Ensuring everything he needs is together he then takes down the bandolier of shotgun shells off where it was hanging and slings it across his chest. Pulls the backpack on and loads the shotgun before he slings his shotgun over his shoulder, a simple pump action 12 gauge with a short barrel. He heads up stairs and then goes into the garage.

[color=00FFFF]'where am I going?'[/color] he thinks to himself while lighting a cigarette [color=00FFFF]'the store?.. no, it will be empty by now. Oh, the civic center. There was a police station across the street right? I'm pretty sure. It will have weapons and riot gear.. I really should have bought that Kevlar vest.'[/color]

taking another drag of the cigarette, he looks around the garage 'I need something for up close..' he looks at the fire ax his dad bought a few years ago, for whatever reason. 'that'll do.' he hefts it off its hook and tests the weight, heavy but manageable, the ax being entirely made of steel should make it indestructible or at least close enough. Right, the police station six or seven blocks north and I will need more food on the way, only have 3 days worth of MREs.

He goes out of the garage and into the small back yard with the ax at the ready. He decides that the neighbors might have some more food and hops the fence carefully and goes up to the sliding glass door of the house. Looks empty, he pulls on the handle and its locked. Jason sighs to himself and swings the axe shattering the glass. Someone in the house screams in fear. [color=00FFFF]'damn'[/color] Jason steps inside and is luckily in the kitchen. The starts going through the cupboards looking for canned food or anything non-perishable, all gone. He goes upstairs and props the axe up against the wall and goes looking for the person that screamed shotgun drawn. he finds a middle aged woman upstairs in a bedroom who was not the same person who lived next to him. She stares at him in fear  tears running down her face.

“you cant stay here” Jason says lowering the gun. 

“the TV said not to go outside” she says in a weirdly calm tone. 

“look, we cant stay here we need to move out of the city.”

“the TV said not to go outside”

Jason thinks for a moment and decides on his next course of action

“where is the food?” he says to her.

“what? Its in the bathroom”

Jason starts moving towards the bathroom which causes her to block the way scream “no! Its mine! I bought it!” he points the gun at her, “look, lady. I don't know you but I need that food. Step aside, I dont want to hurt you” he says. She starts trying to reason with him, “you cant, its mine but-” he pulls the trigger sending a deer slug into her brain splattering the bathroom door in gore. He opens the door to the bathroom and finds a modest stash of food. Luckily its mostly canned and loads his backpack with several cans of various foods, mostly baked beans. He looks back at the lady, with a feeling of guilt and wrongness.

[color=00FFFF]'i will survive, we don't live in that world anymore.'[/color]