July 3rd 2024, exactly 10 years after the outbreak.
The sound of a bone breaking is enough to creep out anyone, even more so if you have just fallen 3 stories and are surrounded by human-eating Zombies, so you can imagine why i didnt feel very comfortable. My left leg was broken, and these Zombies were already attempting to knaw on it. Luckily enough one of them was a Mime. A Mime, a human, simply imitates a Zombie, and tends to survive a lot longer than the rest of us. She pulled out a S&W .357 magnum and fired off 4 odd rounds into the zombies surrounding me. This stroke of luck saved my life and i was so eager to meet her. And then that she ran off! She turned and fled after the ones she didnt manage to kill started chasing her, and i mean CHASING her. They ran as if they were being chased by, well, a pack of Zombies. This was an amazing thing to happen, but i still had a broken left leg and, sliding out the magazine, only 2 rounds left in my Colt. "One Zombies worth" i mumbled in dispair as i slid the magazine back into it. I used a nearby car, my car strangely enough, to help myself up and hobbled over to a phonebox. I turned around to see a Zombie blindly fall out of the same third storey window i myself had just fell out of. Chuckling to myself, i looked under the phone and pulled out 3 more .45 rounds, loading them into my spare magazine. My keys also happened to be in my jeans pocket. I could feel something else but pushed it firmly to the bottom of the pocket, not wanting to lose it. I walked over to my car, firing at a zombie as i did. "211" i thought to myself as i tried to open my car door. Alas, it was locked. Smashing the window with the butt of my pistol i went all GTA on it, and opened the door from the inside. Jumping in i pushed start and accelerated toward the exact building i fell from not 3 minutes ago. Smashing through the front window i drove through 3 Zombies, all cracking my windscreen badly. I used the butt of my pistol in a half-hearted attempt to smash it. I felt a bump as i was driving through and a yell of pain, must have been that Mime. Skidding to a halt outside the back window of my old workplace, i reached for my AR-15 in the backseat. No ammo, but a decent stock to smash the window with. I then grabbed my morphine and splint out of my bag, and fixed up my leg temporarily. Placing my rifle in the passenger seat i continued on toward the military airbase in Balota. "Hopefully some ammo and food should show up there" i thought to myself. "After all, it would be a wonderful birthday present.".
Skidding to a halt at the entrance i drove towards the gate. I swear all i do whilst driving is smash though things but thats what i did, Smashing through the front gate i swerved right onto the airstrip. But what was this? A jet taking off? Impossible i thought to myself as i pulled out my Colt and fired at one of the engines. I know im an asshole but i suppose it was worth it later on. Leaving the jet to fly on i racked my slide and reloaded my extra magazine. I got out of the car and hobbled toward a derelict C-130J Hercules. Looking in the back i saw a zombie sit up and snarl at me, its mouth rotten from years of decay. I pulled the trigger. Nothing. Quickly i snatched the slide back and let it go once again, a satisfying gunshot echoed through the airbase. "215" i murmured to myself. I quckly searched its corpse and found a can of Cola, a 5.56mmx45mm round, a .357 round, a lighter and a 20 pack. Pulling one out and instantly lighting it and taking a drag, i sat down and relaxed for a moment or two. I climbed inside the C-130J. Lit my lamp out of my bag and threw my burning cig outside before closing the cargo bay door. I scanned the cargo bay and cockpit and shut the cockpit door, i slumped down on the cargo bay floor, pulled out my phone and headphones and put on some Hollywood Undead as i made myself comfortable. Drifting into a painful slumber i hit pause on my headphones.
