I ran back to the base (AKA the hospital), Shooting at the zombie behind me with my M1 Garand. I nailed it in the head and it stopped moving, but I was still running, I had to make it back before more showed up. Kin is not a safe place on your own. By the time I made it back I was losing blood due to taking a few hits from the zombie on my left arm and right leg, I was breathing heavily and my heart was pounding. I jumped over the barricade my teammates had made in front of the base and leaned against the wall. I shakily grabbed one of the many blood bags lying around, rolled up my left sleeve and my right pant leg, and began a self-transfusion. After I finished I wrapped up the wounds and rolled down my left sleeve and right pant leg, then breathed a sigh of relief. I had survived to see another day. My green camo uniform was sticking to my body due to the sweat I had worked up by running from the zombie. I cracked open a can of soda and sat down, head and back on the wall behind me. I was waiting for the others to return. I don't know where they have gone. But I hope they won't be gone too long. When the infection broke out, I decided to go lone wolf after a friend who was like a sister to me became zombie chow. Due to me being a second lieutenant, I thought I would be fine
.I was wrong. I nearly died before deciding to join up with another person and become a team. That's how I got where I am now...Every now and then one of us (Most of the time me) heads out to get some supplies...But there isn't a lot left in this town
Sometimes some supplies seemingly pop up out of nowhere. I looked threw my backpack and counted my ammo, I was good
For now anyway. I readjusted my green vest and put my backpack on again. I grabbed my M1; made sure my makarov was holstered to my hip, and went to find some more supplies. Yep..Just another day in a apocalyptic world.