Manhattan

Joseph Young drove his car into the city, and found what he was looking for. He parked in front of the gun store, and rushed inside. The place was still fully stocked, and he grabbed a black gym bag and began stuffing it with weapons. He filled it with pistols and sub-machine guns, for they would be his sidearms. He also grabbed all of the ammo he could possibly want for them and placed them in the side pockets. After zipping the bag shut, he turned his attention to the big boys.

Automatic rifles, sniper rifles, and shotguns all lay before him, and he was going to take them all. He grabbed an M16 and loaded it with some ammo while sticking more ammo in the bag. It reminded him of his days in the Army, and he decided that this would be his main weapon. He set it down and packed an AK-47 in his bag, as well as a few other automatic rifles. A semi-automatic sniper rifle was loaded, and he slung it over his back. After loading shells into a SPAS-12 shotgun, he secured it around his waist.

After he had loaded up all the guns, he left the store and stowed them in the back seat. He kept the M16 in his passenger seat, in case he needed it. Now, it was time for him to get some new clothes, something that fit the new him. Joseph drove to the mall, and went inside. He was full expecting a Dawn of the Dead situation, and that was what he got. As soon as he went in, he could see zombies everywhere.

Setting the black bag down, he secured the gunbelt around his waist, and placed the M16 clips inside so that he could reload if he needed to. Staying in the crouch, he took aim with his M16 and fired, taking down a zombie. The others were alerted, but were not quick enough to avoid being gunned down by him. The Army had taught him to use three shot bursts. Now that his rage had reignited his military instincts, he only needed one. When every zombie he could see was dead, Joseph replaced the clips and went up the escalator.

He hit up the clothing store and changed into a pair of black combat boots, camouflaged jeans, a black tank top, and a black sash that he tied around his forehead. Looking into the mirror, he saw that he looked like Rambo, which was a very good thing. Looping the gunbelt through the belt loops, he gripped his M16 and left the store. Joseph proceeded down the escalator, and casually bumped off a few straggler zombies. Leaving the mall, he turned and proceeded down the sidewalk. Where he was concerned, the safety was off, and the war was on!

As Joseph continued to move down the sidewalk, he shot down any zombie he could find. The selector lever on his M16 was set to three-round burst capability, but he would need only one bullet for these creatures, especially since they were close-up. Holding the rifle reminded him of his days in the US Army, taking cover behind walls and firing at the unseen enemy. He was never sure which minute would be his last. After he was honorably discharged, he thought that those days were over. But now, as he squeezed the trigger to kill a much worse enemy, he realized that he was just as enmeshed in war as before.