Skyline City

Nikki crawled out of her apartment window and onto the fire escape. She had been able to get back and forth now for a long time, but the infection was getting out of control. This time, she knew she wouldn't be coming back. She had a backpack with what was left of her food and the personal belongings she could never leave behind. The bloody crowbar in her gloved hand clanked on the metal as she hurried down the fire escape stairs. As she reached the bottom zombies began to pour from the window she had come from. She didn't look back as she heard their footsteps hurrying after her. She didn't lower the ladder, instead jumping from the lower platform to the ground below.

She landed in the ally and ran toward the back, easily jumping to pull herself over a tall wooden fence. On the other side she concealed herself in shadow. Chaos had broken loose again, the few survivors now fleeing from hordes of the undead toward the city limits. But the city had been quarantined, there was almost no way out. Nikki had been thinking for a long time about her escape. She knew the only chance she had was to make it to the docks. That meant making it out of the city and across the suburbs that surrounded it. It also meant that she would need a boat and fuel. Her objective for now, stay alive.

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!