This wasn't what Joseph 'Joe' Dawson expected when he retired from the Navy. He had literally retired about one month before the outbreak. So much for spending his days drinking beers with his buddies and fishing. He was back into survival mode. But this time it was worse. Last time he was just trying to survive against other humans. This time....It was the infected. Former people that were out to eat you. It was crazy shit. Stuff from horror movies. Joe felt he living in a horror movie.<br/><br/>Joe wasn't sure if anyone he knew from his old life was still alive or not. He had one sister in Washington State and the other in Georgia, who his mom lived with. He wasn't sure how far the infected had reached across the country. The phones went down not too long after the outbreak. As did the televisions. He hoped they were still alive but he wasn't sure. He hoped to someday know, though.<br/><br/>He was walking down the street alone when he saw the woman with the medical bag head into the pharmacy. It had been a while since he had seen another person. At least a week. The last time he had ran into people, a small horde of the infected had attacked and he had barely escaped with his own life.<br/><br/>Joe discreetly followed the woman. The outbreak was bringing out different types of people. Those that tried to help others and those that were only out for themselves. Seeing that the woman grabbed medicine and supplies made him think she was the type of person who tried to help others. He was about introduce himself to her when he heard a small noise from the storage room. In it was what was once an old man turned infected. Joe quietly silenced him with a quick blow to the head. He had his sniper rifle and a revolver with him, but he preferred to not waste the bullets. Plus, guns made a lot of noise, which often attracted more. Whenever possible, he used his knife.<br/><br/>After killing the infected, he scavenged around the storage room for a few minutes. He grabbed a few lighters, even though he didn't smoke, and found a few unopened water bottles. He also found a few granola bars and two cans of beans. He put the finds in his backpack and realized that the woman had left. He headed out of the old pharmacy and continued on his walk. Eventually he'd have to stop and rest. One could not walk forever.<br/><br/>Eventually, Joe saw it, the green house. The one with the sign of "SURVIVOR INSIDE". And he saw the woman from the pharmacy saw it too. He looked up at the house and then said to her.<br/><br/>"I wonder if that sign is true. If there is another living person in there or if it's some sick trap."<br/><br/>Joe wouldn't past some people do to that. Lure people into a false sense of security to steal from them or worse. Joe then gave the woman a smile and said.<br/><br/>"Where's my manners? The name's Joe Dawson."