<span style="font-style: italic">*Elsewhere*</span><span style="font-weight: bold">BANG</span><span style="font-style: italic">*the sound of a gun shot rings out far*</span>"Oh god..." Adam rushes toward the sound, only to find his only companion laying dead on the ground grasping the only good weapon they had left. "Tyler... WHY!? Man... I knew you were sick, but..." Adam takes the handgun Tyler was holding. "I don't even have time to bury you! Soon though's things... they must of heard the shot!" Adam pauses. "What am I going to do now!?"<span style="font-style: italic">*Soon after the shot, the sounds of many zombies moan, and shuffle their way closer*</span>Adam can feel tears stinging his eyes as he takes only a small moment to mourn the death of a close friend, but his instinct kicks in and he starts legging it to find a safe place to hide from the undead.<br/><br/>20 minutes or so later, he finds a billboard with a ladder hanging down. Without hesitation, He negotiates his way on top of it, and makes himself as comfortable as possible. "If any one of us was going to die today, it should have been me!" Adam looks down the barrel of the gun. "I wish I could just pull the trigger, but I'm to much of a pussy to do it." He slowly lays down, curling up a bit. "Fuck..." After awhile of Laying there in his depression, Adam falls asleep.