James Winter Monroe
I don't know how long its been since the first biters started showing up, at first only a few, but as soon as they hit the city... It didn't take long for the military to step in and start evacuating civilians. That's how I ended up in the middle of fucking no where, but not as a civilian, I escorted a convoy of trucks across the state and to a stadium. It's not looking good here, too many people and not enough supplies to keep everybody fed for more than another week or two. We've lost contact with the military and the last air drop scheduled didn't come. I fear the worst is already upon us how much longer can we pretend this place is safe?
Winter snapped his journal close, standing from the metal foldable chair that sat in front of a small table in the tent he had been assigned to. Tucking the small notebook into his back pocket he placed the pen he had been using behind one ear, rubbing his cold hands together. Even with his long sleeve shirt and thick pair of jeans, the fall air still made him shiver as he ran a hand over his head and then his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Grabbing the heavy coat draped over the back of his chair he shouldered it on quickly and pulled up the hood as he zipped up the front.
Ducking outside through the tent's flap he squinted against the weak noon high sun that dared to peek out from behind a heavy rain cloud. It hadn't started raining yet, but the dark and forbidding skies were keen to release the water at some point. The stadium was at it's busiest, people bustling around like ants as food rations and supplies were handed out by men and women in army uniforms at tables. Beside each table stood two heavily armed guardsmen, their suspicious eyes looking out for any who may try and get doubles and also looking for any who showed signs of sickness.
Just like the many others around him, Winter searched for the shortest line, stepping in behind those who were also waiting. Feet shuffled forward slowly and people were served, though it seemed like forever, until Winter had come to the front of the line. Digging into his front pocket he pulled out his ration stamp card and slid it across the table. The woman there glanced over it and then nodded to a boy standing next to her, he disappeared for a moment and came back with an EMR package and a bottle of water, the woman stamping his card. "Next!" She called out, handing Winter back his card.
"See you later, Julia." Winter gave a charming smile as he picked up his food and water, winking as he scooted past the man next to him, stepping out of line. A shoulder bumped into his, causing his stuff to fall to the ground, the quickly walking person who had ran into him barely batting an eye as they stumbled on. "Well excuse you..." He muttered, glaring over his shoulder as he bent down to grab his stuff, brushing the dirt off. This was his last day here, fingering the keys of his truck inside of his pocket as he stuffed the food and water into his bag. Over the last few hours he had collected supplies, rations, and anything else he might need for the road.
It didn't take him long to slip by security, flashing his military badge to the guards as he walked along the asphalt and towards his truck, climbing inside without another thought. Winter shoved his keys into the ignition and twisted, the roar of the engine following shortly as he put the vehicle in gear and sped around the other cars scattered around the entrances.