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Jaime knows how to survive in this mess. He's been preparing for the apocalypse and knows where to go and how to acquire resources. After yesterday's contact over the radio, you wonder if he's all right. Your gut tells you that Jaime is alive, and today your priority is to reach him and figure out a way to survive together.

A garbage truck barrels past the corner of the street, its heavy motor clanking and sputtering. You pull the window shade down and cross the room to your bathroom. You use the last of the toilet paper, and you realize after showering and brushing your teeth that you're running out of shampoo and toothpaste.

You exit the bathroom and head to the closet. Cleaning off the service uniform you wore yesterday, you put it back on. You flick the light switch, but nothing happens. Has the bulb burnt out? You try the lamp, and pale light shines through the room.

You light up a cigarette to help start the day. The white smoke drifts up to the ceiling, so you crack open a window to let it blow outside. The sounds of the country flow inside, and you finish the cigarette with several quick, hard drags just to close the window and shut out the noise.

You get dressed, then head downstairs to start the day. As you walk, you can't help but wonder about that phone call yesterday.

When you reach the first floor, you first check for any signs of break-in. The metal on the doors held up, but deep marks have been gouged into the wood surface. Looking outside, you see a brownish fluid—most likely zombie blood—splattered on the front steps and wall of the house. Little damage was done to the home: some scrapes and scratches on the front door, a few planks of board were torn down, and the kitchen door has a small hole near the bottom.