Chapter 2: New Beginnings

The situation was growing more and more dire by the minute. Sean stared the zombies down, shoot at a slower pace rather than how he was shooting before.

Looking around the store, there was nothing that we could use. It was totally ransacked. There were shelves that were pushed over and items scattered on the floor, as well as broken glass everywhere.

A nearby freezer sat at the back of the store. The doors on it were shattered and shards of glass bottles littered the floor.

Sean looked towards the jugs of gasoline. " I get that we were sent out to recover some gas for the camp, but we could survive about a month or two off of one jug." the boy said as he turned his attention back to the incoming zombies.

"Look I know that our situation seems bad right now but if we sacrifice the gas, even a little bit of it, there's not really a guarantee that we'll be able to escape." Ethan countered.

—35 minutes earlier—

I slowly made my way up to the gas station, as dangerous as this was; the gunfire proved to be an excellent distraction. As soon as I made it across the street, I motioned for the other two to follow suit. However, they refused to move so I decided to go on without them. Circling the back of the building, I noticed that one of the back windows was lacking in boards. In fact, it barely had any boards on it at all. Slowly vaulting the window, and heading inside I noticed how the inside was a mess. Spider webs could be seen all around the store, as for the floor. It was littered with blood-stained broken marble tiles and trash; as well as a few dead bodies. Some wearing clerk outfits.

I looked around for a bit before running into a grey metal door labeled storage. The floor beneath it was intact, one of the few differences the back of the store had from the front. With smeared blood streaks leading into the room. That looks welcoming doesn't it?-All of my black senses were telling me to not open

the door, but I didn't come all of this way to go home empty-handed. I grabbed the sliver handle attached to the door and twisted it, as I tried to open it. However to my dismay, it didn't budge; felt as if something was stopping it from opening.

After noticing what seemed to be a latch and lock on the door. I readied myself with my gun in my hand as I aimed towards the rusted golden-yellow colored Master Lock; before ultimately lowering it.-Hollywood and reality are two different things.

I looked around the counter again, this time checking near the cash register in hope of finding a key; only to come up with nothing..So my only plan was to hopefully get some keys from off of one of the dead bodies.

Searching the bodies proved to be a difficult task, the smell of the decaying flesh as well as the maggots crawling around on the corpses shave me seconds thoughts. "I better get extra rations tonight".

Continuing on, I checked the pockets of what seemed to be an employee. His or her's blue and white vest gave them away.