Pandemic *CANCELLED*

Departure

I packed my backpack, putting the absolute essentials in there:

-10 Cans of food

-Spare clothes

-A letter opener (Just in case my knife broke)

-Two medium bottles of water.

I wasn't very well prepared but I had enough to last me a few days possible weeks. I picked up my coat, and my strong-ish pair of boots, then I grabbed my knife and slid it in the side of my boot. My bag was quite heavy, but I decided on "no regrets" policy there and then. 

I un-did the latch on the front door, and opened it a crack. I checked outside for any Infected and slowly I edged out. I crept towards the stairwell careful not to make a sound just in case. I pushed the door, and the first thing I noticed was the window of the stairwell wasn't there anymore, there were bits of glass stuck around the edges and a huge gaping hole staring out into the city. I peered out, being careful not to look too much (heights and all) but at the bottom was a body, strewn across the pavement, staining the stone with red. Infected were already feeding. It was quite heartbreaking how someone would rather kill themselves than risk the possibility of turning. Well I guess either way you die. I turned and jogged down the stairs. I only lived on the second floor, so it was too bad. My bag rattled, and dragged me backwards slightly. 

I arrived at the bottom of the stairs and instead of going out the front entrance, I snuck out through the fire-exit, I figured it would be a lot safer seeing as it lead out into an alley which leads into a carpark. I opened the door slowly, careful not to make it creak too loudly. I trod carefully around the door, and left it not quite shut. I scurried across the alley and at the end I crouched down, peering left and right, checking to see if any infected were about. There was one at the far end, and but he wouldn't reach me if he tried. 

I hitched my bag and hurried on left towards the exit of the carpark. Out of nowhere, someone tackled me, trying to take chunks out of my side. I kicked him, but that didn't phase him at all. So finally realising he was Infected, I tried to push him off so I kicked him repeatedly, so I could grab the knife. He clung on tightly, so I kicked until his shoulder caved in and he flung backwards. I pulled the knife, and stabbed him in the heart. I was proud, until he got back up. I was slightly confused, but he grunted and tried to grab me again. I swung my knife, slashing him again and again, but nothing made him slow down or stop. He lunged and fell forward, so I got on his back and drove the knife into his head. I backed away, expecting him to get up again, but he stayed still. I looked up and realised the little kerfuffle had drawn the attention of other Infected who were all stumbling in my direction.

I ran into a quiet street and searched for an open vehicle. I can't drive but I know the basics, so I searched. I found one. The keys were in the ignition and the door was wide open, so I ran in, deposited my bag on the seat next to me and started the car, when I hear a low groan in the back. Infected. I stop and slowly turn around to find myself face to face with what I expected to find. I grabbed the bag and got back out of the car. I was so hopeless, so I found a little girl's bike, with a basket in the front. Yes I know but it was my best option then. I got on, dumped my bag in the basket and peddled, heading for the countryside, where I knew I would be so much safer.