The Land of The Dead

Alendale

I pulled the truck up to the front, stopped it, and pulled the keys from the ignition. There was something wrong. I could just feel it.
"Ok everyone, we know what we need. Anything else can be grabbed after we get what what we need. Are we understood?" I said, un-holstering my dagger. It wasn't much, but it worked to kill the zombies. I watched as the rest of my team got their things and headed in. I waited a few seconds for Linea and Joseph, considering we were in no rush, I decided to hang out with them for once.
As we started to walk in, we are met by a warm smell... Maybe Hot Buttered Rum? It was great. I don't know about my friends, but I was more on guard than before. As we got further, we met more people who looked just fine, even a chubby guy named George. I noticed they were eating some steak that smelled fantastic. Eventually a man walked up to us and introduced himself as Greg. He looked confident enough, so I figured he was probably highly ranked and in control, maybe even the boss.
"Welcome to Alendale." He started. "If you need anything, take it. Unless it is in someone's campsite, it's free to take. We also have food, if you need." And he walked off.
"Keep your guard up, I don't like this place." I told them. Both of them nodded in agreement, or out of trust. Afterward wasn't bad, but it was a bit unnerving how they had those creepy smiles, as if the world hadn't gone straight to Hell.
The rest of the people seemed normal enough, but they were way happier to see us than I would have expected. Anyone that can smile that wide when meeting strangers obviously has some problems. I tried my best to brush this thought from my mind, so I went through the store looking for a new weapon or ammo, but none could be found! We're lucky to have Skips in our supply runs, I thought.
After about an hour, we had gotten all of the winter clothing and anything we could have wanted. Except food.
"Hey guys, I'll be back. Stay put, but be prepared for a fight, just in case something happens." I said.
"We'll be here when you get back." Said Joseph. I nodded and turned, jogging inside.
Once inside, I knew exactly where to go. They had a freezer in the back of the store, away from people. I quickly ran back there and stopped as soon as I opened the door. It was cold, as it should be in a freezer, but this felt different. A chill ran up my spin and I felt like I should be quiet and slow. I entered the room and slowly shut the door behind me. I crept through the room and noticed curtains all around me. I threw a few open and found the torsos of some animal... It was familiar... I decided not to dwell on it. Instead, I continued further into the freezer, opening more and more curtains. Near the end, I found something sickening... Three bodies spread out on large metal tables. They were cannibals... That's why they had smiled so broadly at the sight of us... I ran to the corner and vomited quickly, after making the realization of what the torsos really were. After being sick, I looked more closely at the tables and the bodies. I found that they were using some pretty crude tools, including hacksaws and machetes, one of which I took. It was a finely sharpened machete with a curved blade. It was very clean, so I figured it hadn't been used yet. As I was examining the table I had let my guard down... This was a big mistake.
"You shouldn't be here." The voice was Greg's. I went to back up and leave, but he already had a gun at the back of my head.
I had to think. One wrong move and I would be dead. It would be all over. I sat there thinking about my life... I was so happy in the apocalypse because life was so much easier. I was finally getting somewhere with the girl of my dreams. And this guy wanted to take that all away...
In an instant of rage and instincts I brought my hand around and knocked his handgun-wielding hand back.Using the momentum off his hand, I brought my other arm around and dug the machete deep into his side. He dropped to his knees, and dropped his weapon. He started gurgling up blood and it was oozing from his side. I almost felt sorry... Almost. I reached down and yanked the blade out, sidestepped, and brought it down through his neck. It was all over... For him. Feeling no fear, I walked straight through the building, still wielding the blood stained blade.