text: You wake up to day two of the infection. Only now do you realize that you don't actually have a zombie plan.
  
  Well no worries. The infection is still in its early stages, and it should be at least a few days until all hell breaks loose. Until then you can probably walk the streets with no worries.
  
  Probably...
  
  So, what's the plan?
  > You go get supplies
  You decide to get supplies. Sadly you do not have a car, so your place for supplies is the local grocery store, a good 15 minute walk.
  
  You walk there with no issues, however everyone seems to have the same idea you do, and are all stocking up on supplies. You enter the store and see complete chaos.
  
  Well, what now?
  > You go back home
  You go back home, since you'd prefer not to die just to get some food. You return with no issues and decide on your next course of actions.
  > You go to you parent's house
  You decide to be a momma's boy and head to your parent's house. I mean, who else would know better how to survive zombies than your parents, right?
  
  It's a long walk, and since you won't be carrying anything (or returning for that matter) you ride your bike there. The journey takes an hour and along the way you notice various people taking part in riots, causing violence and eating each other. Though you hope those last ones were actually zombies.
  
  You hope...
  > You get to your parent's house and....
  You arrive and put your bike in the garage. Everyone should be home what with the news telling everyone to be at home and all. You enter through the front door and are greeted by you parents.
  
  You explain the situation as you know it and they explain that the military is coming, soon. They say within a week they will be here and then they will take everyone to a "safe location". Until then your family will wait it out in their home. They have enough food for a week easily, and your dad has already started boarding up the house.
  
  They insist you stay with them, but since you're a big boy they don't plan to keep you here by force. It sounds like a good deal, wait a bit then be rescued by the miltary. There might be some sort of catch, but for now you don't know what it is.
  > You stay with your family
  You decide your best bet is to stay with your family. You doubt that the military will be as bad as they are in the movies during these times, so you're sure they can help you.
  
  Well, kinda sure...
  
  Regardless of if they can or cannot help, you and your father board up the rest of the house and your family waits out the week. Mant games of scrabble are played. Sadly you suck at scrabble, which makes this week one of your least favourite weeks ever (the zombies made it pretty bad too).
  
  Then the military finally arrives.
  > You well it's about damn time
  The military arrives a week after the start of the outbreak. True to their word, they begin calling out to people in the middle of the street to come outdoors and be picked up. Any nearby zombies stand no chance, as the military caravan consists of armoured vehicles which can handle the small amount nearby easily.
  
  You family opens the front door for the first time in a week and runs to the caravan. You kick the scrabble board for good measure before following them outside.
  
  You approach one of the transport vehicles (the one you family ran to before you) and are greated by a soldier.
  
  "Greetings", the soldier says as you approach, "what brings you out here?".
  > You [Moan like a zombie]
  You make various noises to try and mimic a zombie.
  
  Now why the hell would you do that?
  
  The soldier, in all of his 30 minutes of experience with zombies, has no idea that you are in fact, not one. As a result, he instinctively shoots you. No worries though, he has been trained properly and gives you a clean shot between the eyes. You don't even have time to scream.
  
  [Death]