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Walter was walking. Why? because that was the only thing he could do in the situation. He did not think about the past preferring to block it out than think about it as somethings were not meant to be thought of or a man could lose his sanity. His rifle was slung over his right shoulder, and his baseball bat was in his left hand. It was rather awkward to walk that way, but it was for the best. Zombies... awhile ago he would have laughed at the notion, but now it was the only truth that mattered. Some people ran to barricade buildings, and some most likely wished to pretend to be Rambo, and he wanted nothing to do with either.

He would keep out of sight and out of mind, and he would survive because he wants stupid. He wasn't a hero, he wasn't Rambo, and he wasn't a mole hiding in his damn house. No, he was simply a teenager trying to survive the chaos, that was all. A straggler in a world trying to eat him. His long brown hair he had tied into a long ponytail to keep out of his face as he didnt want it messing with his vision in case the hungry monsters tried to make a meal out of him.

On his left stood a empty looking, and he stresses looking 7/11. He quietly walked to the door and pushed it open with his bat, watching that shadows for movement and listening for any moaning. He heard none, so he slid in and with the doors closed he turned and slide the rifle between the two metal prongs. The door wouldn't be able to be pushed open, sure it wasn't the most tactful but it kept the door shut to the outside world which is about as safe as one could be fore a while. In these close quarters a rifle would be useless anyways... although the thought didn't keep his hands from shaking.

He carefully checked every closet, aisle, and behind the counters and found nothing. It was odd that he found nothing, he expected at least 1 zombie or maybe a few zombies. In fact the aisles themselves were fine, even fully stocked which was even stranger. The chaos of the initial outbreak caused many people to go looting but it was as if this little gas station was an Oasis of the old world. He moved down the aisles, it was so surreal although he would have liked lights but asking for electricity is a little too much. He grabbed chips and a bottle of water, happy to have some food as he didn't like looking. The door to the 7/11 was blocked off by the rifle, so he didnt have to worry about sneaking up on him, and for the first time in weeks he was able to relax.