*Ray had been doing this for a good while now. Rekilling the dead and giving them proper burials out in a field that had belonged to one of the farmers. He felt it was the right thing to do. He would kill all the ones that drifted by and then later in the day travel about a mile with his truck loaded with the bodies in bags and spend the later part burying the dead. He didn't take any kind of joy in killing them, only in the fact that they were finally resting. He has stayed in his little town so far only for this purpose, but as each day passed and no survivors responded to his broadcast, via loudspeaker, he became more and more ready to move on. Then one day he saw it. A vehicle traveling on the road that ran by his town. He shot a flare, but only succeeded in attracting more zombies. The vehicle kept on rolling past. He sighed and dealt with this new batch of undead and waited a couple more days. After not seeing anymore vehicles or survivors he made his decision.*<br/><br/>*Day one consisted of preparation. Day two was the actual implementation. He set out on foot as his fuel supply in the neighborhood had long been exhausted by the fleeing refugees and the siphoning from other vehicles he had managed. He walked past all the dried blood that was the only remnant of his work. As he passed the local grocery store, he stepped in an began looking for supplies. Most of his time was uneventful, as he HAD spent time clearing each house and locking it down or burning it so nothing could hide within. Nevertheless, when he was sufficiently loaded up he stepped outside and was greeted with a bloodied face. He pulled up his pistol and fired without hesitation as the zombie charged. He locked the store behind him and proceeded to bury the new victim.*<br/><br/>*Day three. He managed to get a couple miles out of the town and down the road when another vehicle passed by without even slowing down. He wondered why there was suddenly people on the roads again, but wasn't too sure. Had a worldwide broadcast come over the airwaves? Had the military or government survived and was trying to attract people to a new safe haven? Whatever it was, he was determined to find out and began following the direction the vehicle had taken.*<br/><br/>*Day seven. He had fought his way into the store and locked it down, he had passed through a town and greeted by people. Living people! Sadly, these people were a bunch of ragtag survivors that had decided his weapons were of more use than he. He tried to reason with them at first, then they had shot him. It was only a grazing shot, but that was all the reply he needed to shoot them back. Not without personal injury mind you. He managed to take down three before he was shot in the left forearm and once in the chest. The chest shot was blocked by his armor, the forearm shot went clean through. For that he was lucky, but what happened next was not. As he hid behind a wall for cover he heard the screams. He peeked back around and he was greeted by a bloody battle that the two were losing, er... actually lost. He quickly killed the zombies that were coming his way and ran off to a gas station. He hoped to find something to stop the bleeding and maybe safety too. As he locked down the store by barricading the doors, he rummaged behind the counter. Finding an emergency medical kit he managed to stop the bleeding. Content that the store was safe against the zombie's assault he slept.*<br/><br/>*Day eight. The morning had been rough. Killing was never fun. But he managed to dispatch all the undead that had come his way. He even had managed to bury them. He also managed to find a working vehicle. A nice old mustang that roared to life. He was now on the road. He passed a few zombies on the road and even a few vehicles. He had even passed a woman with a rolling backpack, but she had seemed to be more of a burden than anything. He didn't even see that she had a weapon. So he went on by, as bad as it felt to do that, but karma is a bitch and not two miles down the road, he plowed into one of the abandoned vehicles on the road as his tire went out. He stayed conscious long enough to ensure nothing was broken and that the doors and windows were intact, then he blacked out.*<br/>