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I'm not surprised to find that the wall is covered with all sorts of weapons. My dad's secret stash. He used to sell illegal weapons before all this shit hit the fan. I grab a simple hand gun, a GlOCK OS LINE, and shove it in my backpack. This one would come in handy because of the laser for easy aim. I only hope I won't have to use it. Next I pick up three boxes of ammo and cram them into my bag as well. 

Eventually I opt for grabbing one of the gun bags and taking all of the guns. Next is knives.

I fill another bag up with knives and grab my grandfathers prized Katana. I stare at it for a moment before unsheathing it and holding it out in front of my face as I step out of the basement. I come face to face with an infected person. Its a woman.

Her eyes lock onto me like I'm a piece of meat. Which to her I probably am. Drool drips out of the side of her mouth and she lunges at me.

I lift up the sword and she runs right into it. That doesn't stop her though. Her hands rake out like claws for my face and I reach into a bag to pull out a knife. I stab it into her temple with no remorse. It would haunt me later on. That was a fact. I continue to the kitchen to look for food. After grabbing all I can find I walk over to the front door and get ready to open the door.

"Come on," I pinch myself, "Its better than in here."

That had been one of the worst lies I had ever told, because as soon as I opened the door an entire hoard turned their heads in unison all to stare directly at me.

Little did I know, the dinner bell had just been rung.

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