I turn the television off and I decide to get dressed to go outside and see what’s going on. I pack some supplies. I packed some water, food, ammo and a flashlight. I strap my gun to my side. I take off outside and walk down my driveway and head west towards town.
About an hour has past. I see a sign ahead that says welcome to Bridgeport, N.J… Finally I make it to town. The town looks like a bomb has been dropped here. I wonder what happed to this place. The windows in the shops are broken and everything is empty. It looks like a ghost town. Some of the cars are even still on fire.
I’m thinking to my self where is everyone at? I continue to walk down what used to be the main street while looking in and out of the stores to see if anyone is still here. I happen to see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. “What was that?” I turn to my left to see what it was as it runs into the restaurant.
I go in to the restaurant to see if I can find whatever it was. I draw my gun and get a flashlight out as I proceed to see what that was. I walk in and I hear a chewing noise coming form the storage room. As I walk a few steps and I look down, I see a person chewing on a human arm like it was a drumstick. I knock over an old plate of spaghetti by an accident as I stumble back from the gruesome sight.
“I think it heard me.” The person stops and stands up. It turns slowly to face me. It stands there for a few seconds, and then it starts to come towards me. It has this look on it face like I’m its next meal. I point my gun at it and I tell it stop, but it still comes at me. I fire a shot.
She still comes toward me, grabs me and tries to bite me. I push her off of me then shoot her in the head. She drops to the ground. I check her to make sure she’s dead. I sit there and think about what just happened and what could have caused this.
“Why was she all bloody and her eyes bloodshot? I can’t believe that just happened.” She must have been infected. I see that she has a name tag on. It says Adriana Kolinsky. She was one of the workers here.
I checked the rest of the restaurant. I notice that it’s getting dark. “I better get going if I want to find some shelter before it gets dark.” I leave and head west again. I see up ahead a hardware store. It’s called Drake’s hardware.
I go to the store to get some more supplies. I scope the area out to see if it‘s safe. It looks clear so I start stocking up some supplies. I grab some batteries, ammo and other supplies I may find helpful. I start to leave, but I hear something behind me. I go to check it out, but I am quickly greeted by the end of some mans’ shotgun.
He says his name is Drake Fergusson and he’s the owner of the store. “Hi my name is Shawn Davenport.” He said he’s glad I’m not infected. “I’m heading west.” He asks me if it’s ok if he could tag along. “Yea, you’re more than welcome to come, but we need to hurry its almost dark out. We need to find some shelter.”
Drake grabs some of his things. We start walking again. He says there is a small hotel a few blocks from here. “So Shawn, what’s the reason you’re going west?” “I have some family there. I’m trying to see if they’re still alive and they aren’t infected.” “Drake have you heard anything about the infection.” “No, not yet. We can see if there is a radio in the hotel.” “Yea, that’s a good Idea Drake.”
Try not to make to much noise. We don’t want to draw to much attention. About a half an hour has past. We have only made it a two blocks. I still don’t see the hotel yet. Drake, do you happen to have a map? Yes I do Shawn. Can you shine your flashlight over here? So we can read the map.
“Here we are on the map. I think we are one and a half blocks from the hotel.” “Ok let’s get moving.” We finally get to the hotel. The name of the hotel is the Hampton inn. “Let’s check the area to make sure its safe. Drake you go left, I will go right and we will meet back here.”
I start to wonder again why this happened. This is such a nice place. I wonder how far the infection has made it. I hope my family is ok. I just can‘t get these thoughts out of my head.
I have checked all the rooms. I don‘t see anything. I better get back to the front to meet Drake. As I walk back, I hear a gun shot. I start to run towards where I heard the shot. Man I hope Drake is ok. “Drake what did you shoot?”
“I shot it in the head. I’m not sure what it was. It came at me so fast. It came from the closet.” “We better go lock the front door. I’m sure them things heard it.” We look to find something to lock the door. Drake grabs those boards and we can shove them in the handles.
It’s almost 12:00 a.m. “We need to get some rest for tomorrow. We must find a room with two beds.” “Hey Shawn, I found one over here.” “Ok let’s hit the sack. In the morning we will continue west. We will look for survivors a long the way.”
I lay awake for a few minutes, thinking about what could have cause this infection. Drake fell asleep in five minutes. I close my eyes and I fall asleep.
I wake up to a bad dream. I look at my watch to see what time it is. Its around 7:00 a.m. Drake is still a sleep, snoring loud. I don’t know how I could of slept throw that. I must have been tried. I get up and get my self together.
I take a look outside to see if it’s clear. It looks ok. I wake Drake up and tell him to get ready. After an hour he is finally ready. We unlock the doors. We begin heading in the direction we were going.
“Why haven’t we seen very many of those things? Where are they at? This place is a disaster. It will take them for ever to rebuild this town. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry. We need to get something to eat.” About an hour has past. “Hey Drake, what is that ahead? It looks like a graveyard.”
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