We were walking to the grocery store when we found dead corpses of other survivors. One fat with a referee like t-shirt on, another with Canadian soccer jersey he looked about eleven and was missing his left hand. All of a sudden he woke up and was so scared he almost stabbed me. I tried to explain what was going on in the world and he said "I already know my left hand told me". I gave him a knife and we carried on to the grocery store. A few hours later we arrived. When we were walking we heard absolute silence, although when we got there was a soothing sound of TERROR. That's all there was. Groaning munching stumbling and shuffling. We had to get the supplies so we snuck in it worked perfectly. We grabbed everything we could and ran out. Safe. Sound. And with no missing limbs.
