David Hart was making his way to the Headquarters of the Mercenary company he worked for if he got there he could hold out for a long time maybe a year but that would be pushing it. He carefully walked through the alleys prefering to stay hidden and be able to to take a zombie one on one rather than in the open and be overwelmed by the sheer number of them all. He was about a fourth of the way to the HQ and he'd already 'killed' a large number of zombies his AMD-65 was still holding out pretty well though he wished he had a shotgun or something similiar. He wondered if there was anyone else, alive in the city if they where he would be glad to protect them and take them to the HQ.