Dead ahead: Salvation

Checkpoint

They were finally here, the horde. It brought tons of them. The checkpoint never stood a chance. The survivors there fought hard, but we never could've beaten the mob. Luckily, Markus and Sam did escape, unlike a lot of the poor people there. They were running for their lives, with low-ball weaponry and limited stamina, they rushed into a small convenience store and held up for a while.

"Goddamn it, I can't believe we just ran! We didn't even help anybody else!"

"Listen Mark, did you want to die? If we had stayed there we would've bitten the dust just to get up again and continue the killing spree! We were smart."

"And those other people weren't?"

Sam sighed "That's not what I'm saying, I'm saying we made the right choice, which was to run."

Markus looked down at his shoes, covered with blood and dirt, realizing that it was the right decision, for survival. He sat down and sadly nodded at Sam, who promptly walked over to him and sat next to him, wrapping her arm around him. She put her head on his shoulder and the two sat in the dark store.

Eventually, they both fell asleep, hidden in the darkness of the store. They slept for about 4 hours, before a pickup truck drove by, with a machine gunner shooting from the back. The two quickly woke up and hid behind the shelves as a small horde of about 15 zombies passed. Markus gripped his baseball bat and Sam held her M1911 steady. The horde passed quickly, along with the truck. The two grabbed their bags and exited the store, walking away quickly from the checkpoint.