I woke up to the sound of my stomach. I hadn't ate any Thing since breakfast of yesterday! I needed to find food, but before I could leave, I had to find some weapons.

I stood up and shook myself off. I then headed over to one of the base ball cases, and grabbed a bat. Most survival movies they use baseball bats they usually use bats, and I'm glad I was able to find one. Now all I need is to find some food, a car, and my friends. It's a lot of requests, but I think I might be able to handle it.

I downed a Gatorade from their sports drink section, then I had some Energy bars. Sure this wouldn't last me all day, but it was all I have.

I headed over to the back pack section, and grabbed a bag and filled it up with Energy bars, and water bottles/Gatorade.

I took one look at my clothes, and realized that I was still wearing my dress clothes and dress shoes. Might as well use this store to my advantage.

I switched my dress shoes for some really fancy free running shoes, then I changed out of my work clothes and into workout shirt and some sweatpants. As I was putting on my pants, I saw that there was a giant gash in my leg, and I almost fainted.

The cut was from where the guy had scratched me. Luckily it wasn't that bad, but it was bleeding and hurt like the devil.

I stumbled over to the bathroom and washed out my cut, then I tied a children's shirt around the bleeding part. Once the bleeding was stopped, I looked around the store for anything that I needed, I had everything that I thought I needed, so I decided to leave the store.

Instead of going out the front entrance, I decided to go out the back. The back way wasn't accessible to the public, it's just a small hallway that houses the generators and things. I walked down until I got to the door for Smith's Hunting and Camping gear.

When I opened the door, it was quiet and that's what I wanted. I walked into the main part of the store, and I realized that it was looted. Though who ever looted it didn't do s good job, because I was able to get my hand on a pistol.

I was grabbing some ammo when I heard something move behind me. I armed my pistol turned, and almost shot the man in the face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man had a scraggly old voice. Then I heard a gun cock, and there was a guy with a shot gun to my head. "Now put your gun down."

"After you." I spat.

"Isn't the fraise ladies first? Plus I think we have the upper hand."

I sighed and lowered my gun. "What do you want from me?"

"Just give us everything you have, and we'll be on our way. Its survival of the fittest now." The man had a big scraggly beard, and he was a little on the round side. The man with the gun was closer to my age, and he was well shaven.

"That doesn't mean you have to kill me for my things! There are creatures out there after us! We can' the forced against one another!"

"She's right," A third man came in full camouflage gear with a crossbow. He looked like he was closer to my age then any of the other guys. "Let her go. We need all the people we can get."

The man with the gun lowered his weapon and sighed. "You're not gonna get off easy next time."

"Sorry about that." The third guy came over and stuck his hand out. "I'm Brent."

"I'm-"

"Wait." Brent cut me off. "Before you tell me your name, let me tell you that this is your chance to start over. Just think about that."

I took a second before I replied. "My name is Winter."