The Alpha Omega.

Highway to Hell.

I kept on the highway, until I realized most cop car's trunks are loaded with supplies. I instantly pull over to the curb, then I find the lever for the trunk and pull it. I get out and walk around back, opening the trunk I realized I'd gotten kind of lucky.
I looked at these supplies and started to make another list.

12-Gauge Shotgun, with 36 extra shells.

8 more clips for the pistol.

A crowbar.

Another vest.

A non-police issue AR-15, with 8 extra mags and one in it.

Something didn't seem right, I took a step back and looked at the trunk. It looked a lot bigger than this little space. There had to be atleast another foot of trunk, so I open it up again and start searching. Looking for anything, a lever, switch,
pull-bar. There was nothing, not a single thing that would open up more of the trunk....

That's when it hit me, the crowbar.... Literally, someone had come up behind me and picked up the crowbar, using it to hit me in the back. I fall to the ground, knowing this isn't a zombie, but a human. I hear the person groan as they lift it above their head, when I hear the groan stop I roll and grab the pistol from the holster. Pointing it directly at this person's head.... Safety off, one in the chamber, aimed directly at this person's brain...

There was no thinking involved in what happened next, I saw his hands start to swing the crowbar towards my face, so I squeezed the trigger.....

The effect was instant, he went limp and the crowbar dropped. I didn't hesitate, I ripped the crowbar from his hands and went to work.
I found the weak spot in the trunk and pulled, the entire thing popped up.
My eyes started scanning
New List:

5 tear gas grenades.

Gas Mask.

Another KaBar.

A .22 caliber one shot pistol, with 6 extra rounds.

A 5 gallon can of gas.

Bullets, too many to count at the time, but enough to help me survive.

I assess everything and decide I need to get a duffel bag, but for right then I grabbed the AR-15 with 2 extra clips, then closed the trunk.....

I turn and look at the body, seeing that it's still leaking blood....
I pull my pistol and put one more through his brain.

He can't turn.

I didn't know how this disease, virus, whatever in the fuck it was worked, but I thought it'd be best to play it safe. I climb back in and put the rifle in the seat next to me, then I start the car and start driving.
While driving I start making a to-do list:

Check on mom.

Get more weapons.

Find Water.

Find Food.

Find People, hopefully this time they'll be nicer.

I close my eyes for a few seconds, trying to take all of this in. I decide it'll be best to stick with the list and actually accomplish things. If I don't get hit with another fucking crowbar, I think to myself as my back starts to get sore.....