Chapter 1: Another day in the zombie apocalypse

How many times did this scenario play out? Wake up in the morning, check his current safe house, snipe a few infected, sneak out to get food, eat and rest, taunt the special infected. This was his life

His name? Ben, another 19 year old engineer until the 'green flu' hit all over the country. Ever since he's been a skilled survivor, possibly meeting, fighting or befriending other survivors. He's been on the run for most of his days since. He forgot how long it's been, but he thought it had been about 1 year and several months since infection. Of course like many survivors, he's been said to be a 'carrier' of the infection but can't be infected himself. Special infected and bandits are his only true foes, but insane or dangerous survivors are also dangerous.

Since gun supplies ran low, Ben was forced to make his own weapons. With the remains of guns, he's collected enough ammo for an army, and has enough supplies. His only worries were survival

Ben looked outside, Hm…Another day to survive… He thought. He looked at his supplies, before placing on his jacket and backpack. Ben then cocked his shotgun and kicked out the door, the safe house having ran out of usefulness. Walking out the quiet alley, the safe house behind him, he went up a ladder on a nearby apartment. He went up the whole entire ladder then reached the top of the stairs and stood at the edge of the building. Overlooking the area, few infected were wandering the streets, But Ben knew better.

"Alright, time to do the usual…" Ben said silently

Lighting a pipebomb, more infected came out as they heard beeping, but it was slightly less then usual. He chucked it onto a car, which started beeping loudly. A whole crowd of infected went crazy on it before it exploded, a giant fire where the mob was

"Well that was easy, wonder where the rest of them were…" He said. He descended down the stairs and wandered onto the street. Curiously, he heard something far off, possibly gun fire, but ignored it.

"Now then, time to head north." He said before running off into the now more quiet, but burning street. He saw a few corpses around with scratch marks and gashes, but kept running along, unaware of what was ahead. Seeing a few infected off in the distance, he fired a warning shot, which they took notice of.

"Yeah! Come at me bastards!" Ben yelled triumphantly. As he said that, Some infected came around. Ben soon started shooting off, easily killing the infected. He knew their weaknesses and was quite experienced at this. He questioned where the special infected where but ignored it

"Is that the-"Before he could finish, a loud, inhumane roar echoed through the streets and as he looked to the source of the sound, behind him, rumbling was felt as he saw one of his worst nightmare: A tank.

"Oh Crap"

The young man realized why there were few infected: the tank must've destroyed them for him while it wandered around. The Huge silhouette of the hulking beast grew closer, and Ben ran for his life.

Oh crap Oh crap Oh FUCKING crap!

He dodged into an alley-way across the street, hoping to avoid the tank, but it entered a larger one right next to his. Ben felt the rumbling continued and stopped, trying to fool the tank. However, as he ducked into a nearby door, He stared right into the face of the tank, and went back out and ran into the end of the alley. He arrived at a full suburban neighborhood and ran down to the end, which went into the 'formerly' rich part of the city.

As he ran, he saw infected all across, including a spitter, who threw some acid in the way. Luckily Ben avoided it and luckily outran the horde and tank. Running into streets full of lavish condominiums and other houses, he looked around. The places had been robbed even before the infection hit, but they had become rundown and quite damaged.

As He kept running, He noticed a small one and went in

"Welp, seems I'm safe."

As He locked the door, he ran into a hall as he suddenly felt rumbling

"Or Not…"