Zackary did not understand exactly why it had happened, nor how. The young man did not necessarily give a damn either that the world had gone to hell. "Probably would have been the same for me anyway..." he would mutter every night before finding a place to sleep safely. He did not have a mode of transportation and he realised within every passing day, that he was wrong in his assumption. This was all real hell, and much more so then his life had been before. The only thing that kept him amused was one single thought, "Now- now everyone else can live there life fighting for what they want... just like I did" he said, face a sneering mask of contempt. Sure he may have not had the worse life in comparison to others around the world, but his was all he knew about so how could he judge fairly?<br/><br/>Zack was now on the road alone once more. He was armed with a switchblade hidden in his pocket and a blood stained baseball bat that was splintering on the end. The young man had barely any water in his small backpack, and only some candy bars for food. He knew what was going down by now and so did everyone unless you were living under a rock for who knows how long. Now it was just a matter of finding a safe place. Zackary frowned as he came up on what appeared to be a town though he did not notice any walkers or the like. He quickly stepped off the road and took cover by a near by home. His eyes peering around the corner restlessly as he observed his surroundings. He did not know where he was, nor did he really care as of late. He just wanted to bunker down somewhere and take a break, maybe find something to take with him.