Virus

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I sit there, unfazed.
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I slowly get up. Absolutely no expression on my face. I grab both of our bags and walk them to the car. I grab the keys off of Sarah and unlock the car and then put the bags in. I see a car on the side of the road and walk towards it. I open the trunk and find a jerry can. Cool. I open the car door and look around inside. I open the center console and find a granola bar. I also check the glove box and see something wrapped in cloth. I pull it out and unwrap it finding a revolver. Definitely more of a show piece. It had an ivory handle while all the metal on it was silver and engraved with a vine pattern. Engraved on the side of the barrel was the word Ivy. I opened the cylinder and noticed the rounds. There was exactly one .357 round. How fitting.

I walked over to the car and opened the gas tank lid. While I poured in the contents of the jerry can heard a noise. I look behind me and just stare. I'm absolutely emotionally spent but if I wasn't I would be showing fear. A crowd of zombies atleast a hundred strong, shambling towards me. I emptied the rest of the can and tossed it. I walked to the driver side of the car and casually got in like nothing was wrong. I turned the car on and started driving back to home. I noticed an R.V. On the side of the road and decided to check it out. I pulled up next to it and got out of the car. I walked up to the door and knocked on it. No answer. I opened it up and stood back. I raised my gun towards the door and called out. "Is anyone in there?" I heard some movement and a few zombies fell out onto the pavement. I aimed my Kimber at them and put two in their heads. I walked past them into the vehicle and saw another zombie. This one looked like he was only ten years old or so. I shot him without hesitation. What does it matter.

They're all dead anyways. I searched it and found a couple more boxes of .45 ACP, a box of .308 Winchester and a lever-action rifle with a scope. I got out of there and headed back home. Once there I unloaded the car and payed in bed. This was a long day. I'm not sure what I'm going to do after today. Hell I might just off myself. I don't have any reason to live anymore. What's the point in living without a reason?