The Plague

4

"Ok, first we have to check all stores that sell food products then pack it up. Then, let's get every weapon we could find. Just in case the Cravers come after us."

"What's a Craver?" A blonde girl in a blue sweatshirt asks.

"That's what I call the zombies." I reply.

Kevin sits on the sidewalk and asks, "What will we do if we actually leave? Where will we go?"

"I don't know." I reply, "We'll just have to wait and figure it out. Now, let's go searching for weapons."

Everybody stays a couple blocks away searching for anything we can use while Kevin and I head out to search other buildings.

We arrive in a gas old gas station.

There's opened up chip bags, soda bottles, and moldy hot dogs placed randomly around.

"There's not much left." Kevin points out.

"Obviously. Search all the racks and around the counter. I'll check the back."

I try to push open the door but it just won't budge. It's stuck.

"Hey! Kevin, do you have a crowbar or something!?"

"Ya, hold on!" He replies.

He rummages through his backpack then hands be a short metal plate. As long as half of my forearm It's not a crowbar but the shape is similar.

"What is it?" I ask cluelessly.

"I don't know but I've used it as a crowbar before. It works just use it. I'm gonna check inside the desk at the checkout."

I stick the metal bar in the opening of the door, and bend it. It slightly gets looser. I do it again and again when finally, the door opens...