The world was improving. Sam could kill anyone he wanted and get away with it without having cops to deal with. :) It was fucking awesome!
Before the zombie incident, life was hell. Everyone was mean to Sam, treated him like some criminal. One time, someone actually called the police on him just for standing around at a park looking at the kids. And, to make things worse, he got arrested for his so called illegal staring and was charged with disorderly conduct. Those assholes! Police did whatever the hell they wanted and always got away with it. He hated them. He wanted to kill them, make them pay for their evil ways. But, he couldn't. He was only one man and there were over a million cops in the world. All he could do was wait. Wait for the right opportunity.
And then, on the day of the zombie breakout, Sam finally got his chance. While the police were busy shooting zombies, he'd get behind them with his katana and behead them one at a time. He killed a lot of worthless cops on that first day. He cut up a bunch of zombies too. :) It was the funnest day of his life, a day of vengeance.
Course, the cop supply was running low by now. Sam recently started killing random survivors. After all, they were all going to become zombies sooner or later. If he cut their heads off while they were still human, he wouldn't have to worry about encountering them as zombies later. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Having just raided a house for food, Sam was about ready to move on. His katana shined after he cleaned the blood from the blade with bleach. He rarely bothered washing his clothes. He preferred to steal fresh clothing each time he raided a house. He didn't carry much more than he wore, just his katana and a garbage can.
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It was worth chugging around. After all, one never knew when night would come. There won't always be houses to barricade himself in at night. A nicely placed trash can with several Master Locks used to lock the cover onto the can via rings superglued to the cover and the top of the can.
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Yes, it was a little annoying trying to lock all the Master Locks in the dark, but it was better than the alternative--waking up from zombie bites. At least all the locks used the same key, it was a key attached to a necklace he wore around his neck. It wasn't that much trouble anyway. He'd just find the holes with his fingers. It just took a little longer was all, locking locks without sight in darkness.
Well, it was time to go. Sam didn't like staying in the same place for long. His katana sliced through zombies like butter. He could easily handle a mob of fifty or so. But, he was only human. The more he fought without rest, the harder it became to fight. Even he couldn't handle a horde of a thousand zombies.
Sam sheathed his katana in its sheath behind his back, then grabbed his trash can port-a-home with the Master Locks inside and left the house as he began walking down the street. He wondered if he'd see anyone today. It was a residential area after all, there were plenty of places for zombies and survivors to hide.
