Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

November 23, 2012

Nov. 23, 2013

Dear Journal,

I picked somebody up today. A young woman named Nikki. I had to stop for more supplies, the food I grabbed back home wasn't going to last long. I need to start rationing.

It was early morning and I drove slowly through the abandoned streets of a small town. Eyeing my gas gauge I saw that I was down to almost a quarter tank. I need to get some gas soon.

Deciding to stop for a bit, I reached into my bag, hoping for a box of crackers but coming up empty handed.

"Damn." I cursed myself and my appetite. Checking the kit more thoroughly, I found that I was down to just a few cans of soup and some chili. I should have grabbed more before I left home but I wasn't exactly thinking beyond escape.

Turning the ignition, I resumed my slow crawl through the unfamiliar town. I had to find a grocery store and fill the car with much needed food supplies.

A group of undead caught my eye so I turned in the opposite direction, right into the parking lot of a massive chain store.

"Thank you undead!" I praised as I pulled to a stop right in front of the sliding front doors. "I don't think I've ever had such a good spot at a Walmart before." I chuckled.

I took a good look around before exiting. The horde was far across the street, moaning and clawing at the entrance to another shop. I wondered for a moment if there could have been other survivors in there but decided against putting myself into danger to find out. It was every man for himself now.

Seeing nothing else close by, I grabbed my bat and slowly stepped out of the car, taking another glance around before running to the entrance and praying the sliding doors still did their job. The soft woosh that greeted me felt like the best of miracles.

The cool interior that greeted me was reminiscent of a war zone. Shelves toppled to the floor, goods scattered everywhere the eye could see. Carts were left abandoned in the aisles and maimed bodies littered the floor, trampled during the initial outbreak.

I stepped carefully around the debris, trying to make as little sound as possible. I didn't know what horrors the store held and I sure didn't want to alert the wrong crowd to my presence.

Grabbing a cart, I made my way to the grocery section. Walking up and down the aisles, I threw in anything boxed or canned that I could fit. Beans, crackers, more soups, some dehydrated fruits, trail mixes and other food of the like filled the first cart.

I pushed the food cart to the front of the shop and grabbed another, I may as well stock up now that I had the chance.

A run through the pharmacy section gave me more painkillers, gauze and ointments. I also grabbed more vitamins, had to keep my health up and I wouldn't be doing that by eating well, obviously, so the daily supplements would have to make do.

I was about to hop the counter but paused as I heard a sniffle nearby. Could the undead sniffle? I had spent as little time as possible with them so I didn't know for sure but I'm pretty sure they didn't.

Raising my bat, I cautiously made my way toward the sound. It was coming from behind the pharmacy counter, opposite the end I was about to hop over. I stepped quietly toward the counter, hoping it wasn't another reanimated corpse.

"Please don't be a flesh bag, please don't be a flesh bag." I repeated the mantra as I neared the sound.

A fiery red mass of hair popped from it's place among the pill bottles and unfilled prescriptions. I screamed and swung the bat, barely missing the head of a woman who, by the look of it, wasn't dead.