Even in the most hellish of environments we all have to sustain our strength somehow so we can keep on fighting. But not everyone has the luxury of being able sit around the dinner table of some cozy fortress eating elaborate meals. I imagine a lot of people are eating on the go, but you tell me...
15 cases of M.R.E.s, 4 cases of brownbread, 2 five gallon buckets of peanut butter and all the catfish and frog legs I can catch. Thats the what there is at my grandfathers cabin by the lake.
I took the clothes from the deceased guard, along with his weapon, a glock 19... my M4 was out, and 9mm is better then nothing. There was a lot of activity down in these corridors.
I walked for days with my buddy, Leo. He took this pic about 3 hours before he was dragged into an empty building and bitten. I killed all four zombies, but it was too late... he began to change and I had to put him down too.
*As i walked down the street, i saw a sign on a door saying (PURE ONE INSIDE, HELP)*
"There's a survivor in this house!' I scream, many of the survivors hear my scream. as i rip down the door, to my surprise, i didn't see a helpless peasent or a ...