"If there are zacks we kill them."<br/>he had stated simply, going inside to look for anything edible.<br/>There was blood, black and thick, smeared across the floors and walls, a half eaten body behind the counter.<br/>A zombie had been pinned underneath a huge store shelf that had been tipped over, preventing it from moving.<br/>A quick stab and twist with the knife finished it off.<br/>He'd found a few cans of Mandarin Oranges, Spam, some Pasta, and a few candybars and sodas. Tossing it all into a bag he came back out, pausing by the door as he noticed the new addition to the group.<br/>He unslung his AK-74 and held it in position sul, the back of his hand against his thigh and the muzzle towards the ground, his thumb wrapped around the pistol grip and his fingers resting on the large steel safety lever of the rifle.<br/>"Hey,"<br/>he called, suspicious of anyone and everyone, and rightly so. There were plenty of gangs around Nashville and Knoxville and nothing was stopping them from ruling the state now.<br/>Besides, normally nice people tended to get desperate and turn to robbery during times of disaster.<br/>Elizabeth was a frail little teenaged girl, largely incapable of posing a threat to Matthew, but the new girl didn't give off quite the same innocent aura.<br/>Pausing by the truck he introduced himself,<br/>"I'm Matthew Shelton."