Name
Daniel Frasheri

Job
Doctor

Gender
Male

Strength
Knows how to patch up wounds such as bullet-holes, stab wounds, etc as well as treating wounds.

Weakness
Can't shoot a gun, runs slow, Emotional over logical.

Charisma
10

Strength
5

Intelligence
8

Weapon
--

Food
--

Drink
--

Etc.
--

Vehicle
--

Humanity
100/100

Injury's
Uninjured

The alarm blares as its time to wake up.

I grumble and turn it off, sitting up on my bed and yawning, everything slightly blurry from not being properly woken up.

I then head downstairs, starting to make some coffee.

As I look out the window I see a man crouching, a blue shoe with red spots in his mouth and someone playing dead by them, wearing one blue shoe and a white T-shirt with a red spot in the middle.

The coffee was ready so I poured it from the jug into the cup. Once finishing it I looked outside, my vision normal.

I immediately dropped my cup with what I saw. The 'person' holding the shoe in its mouth had green crippling skin, the red parts on the shoe was blood, and -- worst of all -- the red part on the person 'playing dead' 's shirt was actually their ripped open stomach.

The crash made too much noise then I'd liked it to, so before the zombie-like person turned around I darted upstairs.

Upstairs I had a bathroom and my bedroom so I couldn't get much. Luckily, I had a radio on my bedside table so I turned it on to a low volume, finding things to pack while listening.

"This just in; the latest cancer 'treatment' has become a horrifying virus."

"The effects of the virus rots the victims skin and destroys the brain; taking complete control."

"Their legs stiffen and they can't speak; so they cannot swim or climb stairs."

"Sadly, they eat humans and spread the virus by biting and scratching. Anyone with a bite or scratch wound will have to be killed immediately to avoid being turned into one of the infected."

"Everyone is advised to stay indoors until help comes or the zombies die out. They need to eat humans like we need to eat food."

"If any survivors hear this; save as many as you can. The most dangerous place is th- Oh god... N-AHHH!"

Only groans, screams and chomping sounds could be heard before it turned to static.

I quickly turned it off as the static was very loud. While I was picking up a backpack I heard a window smashing, debating whether an Infected or raider would be best.

Judging by the groans and sound of something falling on stairs; Infected.

They can't climb stairs due to their stiff legs, but like HELL I'm waiting out here and letting the world die.

I pack a few things.

1, A flashlight and candles (5) which I keep in drawers around the house incase of a blackout.

2, Bandages, Paracetamol, and other medical things I have due to being a docter.

3, Matches (half a pack - 5) which I found in the bathroom for the candles.

Sadly, I have no weapons. I never thought I'd need them.

Footsteps started again but they got fainter, which was good because I needed to get my phone and some food and water.

I cautiously headed downstairs, the zombie from before gone and the front door smashed to little pieces.

I had to act quick, taking my phone, a power pack, and the charger then searching for rations.

After a while I managed to fit in a candy bar and some canned beans (2 cans), as for water I found a couple (3) water bottles but could only fit 2 so I ditched 2 candles (total now: 3) to fit the other in.

After hearing a faint groan I darted upstairs and texted my best friend.

Anna

Me
Hey, you ok?

Anna
Yeah, I'm so glad your alright!

Me
Same here! Where
are you?

Anna
I'm at the abandoned lab, y'know the one
we discovered?

Me
What are you doing there??

Anna
Its safe here

Me
That's all the way
out of the city!

Anna
And?

Me
How did you get there
so fast???

Anna
Oh... I was walking
out anyway, and
I'm already halfway
back

Me
???

No more texts. Dammit!

I got downstairs and into my car as Anna texted me her location.

My car is a small pickup truck, two seated -- not counting the two makeshift seats I attached in the back.

I drove it out of the garage and into the deserted city.

After about 5 minutes I heard calls for help, driving to the park and seeing a child -- about 9 years old -- screaming for help with Infected at the bottom of the tree.

Thinking fast, I looked in my glove box for anything. I found a hammer and thought it'd be good enough, throwing it as far as I could.

It disappeared into an alleyway and it made a lot of noise; the Infected running in that direction for potentially easier prey.

I drove over to the tree, getting out and opening my arms while looking at them. "Jump, I'll catch you," I said, looking in case the Infected come back.

The child hesitated and looked behind them, seeing the Infected running out of the alley they jumped and I caught them, shoving them in the car and getting in.

The zombies became pissed off; running faster but not fast enough to outrun the speeding car.

That was close...