Play it safe

The last thing I want is to become zombie chow. With one last, longing glance at the group of zombies shambling around the clothing store, I turn and head for the convenience store. Every step away from it seems to leech my morale, as I leave behind all those nice, clean, intact clothes and shoes.

It only takes a few minutes for my caution to pay off. As I approach an alleyway, I hear a low groan from around the corner. I cautiously poke my head around it, and find a zombie farther down the alley, with its back to me. I can sneak past this one.

I carefully step out into the opening of the alley, placing my feet gingerly, so as not to make much noise. Fortunately, I have a bit of practice at this, after several months surviving the apocalypse, so I manage to slip by with relative ease, and continue on towards the convenience store.

A little while later, I approach the convenience store, as the sun drifts into evening. While there are no zombies outside, I can see one standing in the middle of the store.

Maybe I can find a makeshift weapon nearby, or pilfer a bit of food and water to get me through the night without alerting the zombie. I really only have time for one option, though, before I have to head back to my hold for the night.