5 Types of Survival

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As he stumbled through the course long winding vines, his feet struggling to get under him every time, his shoes were strong steel toed boots that reinforced his ankles. He had a thick Army backpack with its straps resting on its shoulders. On the left Side, A Bolt Action Sniper Rifle, with a neat 8x Scope on the top with a suppressor stock on its end. On the right of the bag? Long and Short barreled shot guns, one could fit on his hilt, but it was occupied with a 6 shooter and combat knife. Now all these weapons are amazing to have, but he lacked the ammo to use them... 6 shots in his revolver.. 1 Shell in his Shortie.. 1 Shot in his Sniper rifle.. Lucky enough he ran across to a new area of the disheveled new york city. Its towers and buildings crumbling with rust and decay. Yet some stay boarded and full of supplies. It was the area of Manhattan, held by one of 5 major factions in the city.. Now what to do.. The man recited his ammo count and resources as he thought, there were major armories across the town from the adaptation to this new world.. Despite being a infested Zombie landscape across the United States. New york city stood mostly strong.. The weak had been cleared out, and the strong eradicated what they seemed unfit.. Now he jumped down from his peaking ledge, landing on-top of a car with a loud crash, sending the birds a fluttering.. But he moved quick, he heard groaning and screaming off in the distance, quickly running into a boarded up store.. A Gun store.. There was nothing inside, raided.. A single magazine for a 9mm, which he made sure to pocket, he knew eventually it might be useful.. as he ducked down under the counter to wait out the night.. A certain roar and shots in the distance.. which grew closer.. and closer.. and closer.. Until they were right outside his shop.. As he gripped his six shooter with tight fingers.. The door was busted down, a unique clanking smashing against its tile and wood flooring.. The weight.. The breathing through a gas mask.. It was clear.. Yet confusing.. Government officials often stayed within Brooklyn. So it was an oddity they'd be scavenging parts of the Bronx.. As they creeped towards his counter, he watched their shadows.. feeling one rub his hand against the top.. and Bang, he shot through the wood, the bullet piercing in the mans throat. The other official spraying across the counter, yet he moved already, across to the other half, as he held a bottle, throwing it over his shoulder, it crashed on the opposite side of the room. Allowing him to peak his head, firing a round through the mans skull, smashing into his frontal cortex and killing him instantly.. A quick efficient shot.. As he scoured their bodies.. He took all the bullets he could get, their Tasers too. A Rifle would not be beneficial to his current arsenal, The Shotgun, Pistol, and Sniper was his perfect balance of weight and range levels. Along with fighting off brutes.. The monstrous brutes.. As he headed out the back of the store, he turned the corner.. A tall woman standing nearly in his face.. A rush of shock running down their spines.. It was the beginning of a endless brawl.. that only time would stop.