There were tensions in the group from the start. At the trading post on the first day there were several cans of food but we had nothing to trade. Francis hid his pistol and the rest of us had little of value. Michael suggested we steal it instead and he attacked the traders before the others could restrain him. Angela held back, a choice which would later earn her distrust, but the rest of us reluctantly joined the battle. We won, but Francis was injured badly. An arguement broke out between Francis and Michael after the battle. Francis had confiscated Michael’s knife and wouldn’t return it. We talked him around but tension in the group remained high.
The next day we fought our way into the hospital to get some first aid for Francis. We patched him up as best we could and continued down the road. A couple of days passed without much incident but we had little success finding further food and before long supplies were low. Through starvation and battle Michael and Angela were soon on their last legs. Angela whispered plans with her friend Sarah, considering how they might attack Michael that night, but they acted too late and Michael stabbed Angela in the back in the middle of a fight at the church.
We carried on, our stomachs tight. We found a supermarket well stocked with ammo, camouflage and a sniper rifle but nothing to eat. Sarah was the next to fall to Michael’s machete.
Not far from the airfield, Michael realised he was on his last legs. Facing the choice of killing his friend Francis, he chose instead to take his own life, perhaps in expiation for the string of murders he had committed. Francis took his machete, as much ammo as he could carry and headed on the the airfield alone.
On arrival he found the place blessedly deserted. Only a single zombie wandered on the airstrip. Hiding in camouflage among the weeds, he took aim with his rifle and shot it dead. Victory was short-lived; the sound of the shot attracted another zombie, and then another. Zombie after zombie went down until all Francis’ ammunition was spent. He considered running, but where would he go? Realising this was his only chance, he drew Michael’s machete blade and attacked.
