Guys, I'm fucked. Got HK45C handgun, with camping gear and a Bradley tank.
I'm fucking balling, RIGHT? Wrong... My companion is an angry black man convict and the zombies are smarter than my companion and me combined.
Nice knowing u guys
>Grab lucky spork
>Load backpacks with food and water I've gathered up from shopping just before all this hit.
>Was hiding out but now horde has moved off.
>Abandoned swat van outside for some reason
>Mostly empty and doesn't run but someone left some riot gear inside.
>+4 to AC
>A little stifling but better than getting biten
>Climb back out
>See some faggot approaching.
>Turns out the OP of OPs has somehow found his way to my town.
>Figure two can survive better than one and I needed someone else to help me carry food anyway.
>We go back to my place
>Moot loads up with as much food and water as he can, I do the same.
>Plan on getting to the nearest military post after checking the police station and gun stores for guns or other weapons
>Probably will pick up boards or whatever metal objects of convenience on the way but as for the start, nothing really sturdy or effective to use right now.
>We move out, mootikins knows about a really nice car up the road that was running but he couldn't get it unstuck, thinks me pushing will help.
>Turns out he was right but the noise pulled in a horde from seemingly miles around
>Now to think of it, the gunfire that was in the distance seems to have stopped now.
>Bet that's why they were away to begin with.
>They seem to follow us no matter where we go in the vehicle until we manage to scrap past a few cars and set off the alarms.
>Thus our journey begins.
Alright I'll bite, this is well done.
>Gonna survive that apocalypse!!!