Snippet #1260895

Slowly yet surely John inched his way out of a boarded up home. Food was scarce, and staying in the same spot after the zombies began to mutate was never a good idea. John had always drifted from secured building to secured building. Never getting used to any company, as he hadn't really discovered any other survivors ever since the initial outbreak. No, John was getting used to watching his own back as he krept along the various side streets that lined the city. John had tried to escape during the initial outbreak, but those damned soldiers in HAZMAT suits had quarantined his block. John had been able to get out after the soldiers pulled out of the area; however, his dad wasn't as lucky as him.

Pushing these thoughts from his mind he peeked around a corner, five zombies were clustered around a body. John readied himself, he turned the corner his shot-gun at the ready. He fired at the first one. The spread shot took out two. The other three spun around jittering, and ready to start screaming as they ran at John. He fired two more times, again hitting two birds with one stone, as for the last one John had simply finished him offf with another shot-gun round. John scanned his surroundings for others. When he saw nothing he guessed he should chalk up another point on his lucky side. John slowly approached the body the zombies were feasting on. John quickly caved the dead body's head in with the butt of his shot-gun. A precaution John liked to take before looting a body. He quietly sifted through the dead man's belongings, and discovered an M9 beretta side arm. John gave a ghost of a grin as he slipped the pistol into the front part of the belt on his jeans. With the safety on of course.

John slipped two spare pistol clips he had also recovered from the body into his right pocket. From there John got up, and continued to make his way through ally-ways, and side streets, avoiding zombies whenever possible.