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A man walked towards a small convenience store off of the road. He was quite... strange looking compared to most survivors. He was wearing leather armor that covered most of his body. But underneath was a grey digital camouflage ACU (Army Combat Uniform). He had a morning star on his belt, along with a pistol. He also had on a chainmail coif. There was a shotgun on his back, and he had a sort of monocular with a solar panel on the top over his right left eye. Under the coif there was also the basic infantry style helmet. He went over to the door, and tried to open the door. Locked. He looks around. None of the windows were broken. Sighing, he bangs on the door. He knew how careless this was, but he had gone a day without water, and he did not want to start dehydrating. After a while, he takes his morning star in hand, and breaks off the door knob. He then uses the bottom of the handle to knock the other end of it out, and swings the door open. He looks behind the desk, and finds a box of shotgun shells. He checks them, and curses to himself. They were the wrong kind. He pockets them anyway. Never know when you will need gunpowder. He looks around the store, and saw it was already mostly raided. The people must have gone out quick to miss those shells. He shrugs, and looks around for water. There were a few bottles of Dasani laying around, three empty, but he picked up four full ones, and puts them in his vest pockets. He walks out the door, and sees that his knocking brought some company. He smiles, and picks up an empty glass bottle that was close to the door, and ducks behind a beat up ice machine. He looks down the road where he came from, and tosses it down that way. It shatters not too far from the store itself. He was going to have to do this quick. After the zombies go over to check it out, and starts running as silently as he could manage, but his weight and his heavier boots made enough noise to attract some zombies to him. He sighs, and keeps walking. This was going to be a long day. When one of the zombies catches up after about half an hour, he turns around and smashes it's jaw in with a well-placed swing of his morning star. He then swings it down, and the zombie's head is turned into a pulp. The other two zombies had caught up at this point, and he took them out with a few swings. He then continued on his way, going towards Seattle.

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