Shoot.

I've run out of food and survival equipment. Luckily, I've locked myself up in a house near a Target. It's a nifty place where you can get almost everything you need. The only problem is I'm not sure how many people have already raided the place. Hopelly not alot. I'm alone on this mission as I've been alone my whole life so why would the apocalypse change that. I cover myself in layers of thick clothes and cover my face in dirt. I open the door and with a deep breath I leave my haven.

I'm wary of how easy it was to get to Target without running into zombies. Did they just decide to hang out in a different town? This town is pretty boring. I walk into target and fill up a basket with a shit ton of stuff. Bread. Rice. Water. Cereal. Granola bars.

Unfortunately Target doesn't sell ammo, but then again most places don't. I guess the conservatives were just preparing for the zombie apocalypse all along and that's why they were obsessed with gun rights. Doesn't matter now. Politics now are simply zombie vs not. I'm rolling my cart back to my place when I see a figure walking my way. I try yo calmly steer to the house in hopes they don't run if I don't run either. Of course, that logic simply failed as the creature started to run. I push my cart as hard as I can to my house. The cart is too big for the door so, having left the door unlocked, I tip everything inside and shove the cart and lock my door. I grab the wooden planks and hammer them in. Luckily the windows are sealed and the curtains are drawn.

Why did zombies have to be real? I was really hoping it was just pop culture's newest fad, like how in the 70's people were obsessed with bell bottoms. My heart starts to slow down as I know the zombie can't get in, especially alone. Then I hear someone coming in from the inner part of the house. A human with a gun is soon standing in front of my and I release a large sigh, "Shoot."