I could feel the Survivor fading back into my subconsciousness as I stepped into the street. The fear returned, and with it came the feeling of being completely overwhelmed. Where should I go? What was happening to the world? How was I going to survive this? My reverie was brought to and abrupt end as the half-devoured corpse of a police officer lurched towards me out of the darkness.
Time seemed to slow down. I could see that large chunks of flesh had been torn out of his chest and neck. Blood - both fresh and old - stained his light blue uniform. His eyes were glazed with death.
With a scream not unlike that of an enraged silverback gorilla, I swung my spade in a wild arc. It hit the walker's head with a resounding bonk, and the force of the blow sent the walker sprawling. Before it could get back to its feet, I thrust the jagged tip of the spade into its neck. It sliced clean through the flesh and sinew, but caught on the bone. The walker thrashed around like a stranded fish, gnashing and snapping its teeth at me. I brought my foot down twice - hard - and the blade finally broke through the thing's spine and sank into the ground. The walker snapped its teeth once as a final salute before it stopped moving entirely.
I had to run. But where? The Survivor surfaced for a moment, outlining my three options.
Option one. I could head downtown. Supplies would surely be abundant there, but so would the walkers. People would almost certainly rush to the hospitals and police stations, turning them into deathtraps.
Option two. A building on the outskirts of the city would mean significantly fewer walkers, but the only nearby supplies would be from gas stations or small, local grocery stores.
Option three. If I left the city entirely, I could find a farmhouse - probably with other survivors - and have plenty of time to barricade the house. There would be virtually no walkers so far from cities, but the same goes for supplies. I would have to travel all the way to the city and back to gather supplies, and I had no means of transport.
After a moment's consideration, I started heading for the outskirts of the city. I ran through a dawn alive with the sounds of death. Screams, sirens and distant, sporadic gunfire could be heard from all directions. I stayed off the main roads whenever possible, using my spade to dispatch any walkers in my way and dodging the groups too numerous to take on by myself.
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