Captain Cassandra

I spent most of my time before the outbreak studying human psychology while attending a smallish south eastern university in the United States. I discovered my first zombies, driving by a feeding frenzy. There was something ominous in the air to begin with. Later, I killed my first zombie by running it over in my Acura Integra. I backed up over it and repeated the process until I was certain that the skull had shattered to an unrecognizable mess. I called my best friend, Raie and told her to place our emergency procedure in effect. She called our friend Brad and filled him in while I called my demented research assistant. We gathered our supplies (already placed together in an easy to access location) swiftly and headed to hold up in the local Wal-Mart.

We barricaded the doors with flipped over cars and pushed the vending machines to the other side of the doors. I began constructing a crossbow that would shoot pens, pencils and other small projectiles at breakneck speeds. My research assistant mixed chemicals for bombs and Molotov cocktails. We placed a sentry behind the surveillance cameras and arranged the aisles so that the space would be open and easier to see.

[More to come . . .]