I think I'm pretty geared to go, if I say so myself. Two food crates and a loaded handgun magazine in one slot. The rest of the two slots occupy a large knife, and in the last one, I could've stored my phone, but on second thoughts, having an empty spot be available to me at all times seems more viable. Besides, I don't know if I'll need it later on.

There isn't going to be any living with the zombies in the city, so I'll have to leave it and get to the outskirts of the city and make my hopefully permanent base there. The zombies have been getting better and better from yesterday, and to top it all off, they have a group mentality.

Considering how many people live in Albany Park and not the entire city of Chicago. The amount of zombies would definitely be staggering if I decided to stay at this home or another. As long as I'm in the city, the more chances there are that I'll end up coming in contact with them, or rather, with me.

Earlier this morning, I decided to scout the nearby areas for zombies. To determine the number and location of the zombies near me, and unfortunately, I seem to be surrounded. To the south there was a huge group of zombies, at least above twenty.

For the west, the direction where I'm heading has no shortage of zombies, but they're more spread out, which might be a bigger problem because they'll have more coverage, but still, I should be able to maneuver around them if I play things smart.

The closest direct route out of the city is the 90th interstate, which is west, so that's why I'll be heading in that direction. Along the way, I'm hoping I come across something useful like medical supplies because I realized that I don't have a backup plan in the event that I get infected or injured.

Although I should be able to do something about that if I have the proper equipment, the nearest hospital is nearly one and a half miles away from here, and it is near quite a lot of public areas, so by the time I get there, I would already be a zombie.

So I hope I find some sort of pharmacy along the way, or I'll have to make my own medicine. The reason why I can say that is because of my phone; you can find a lot on the internet if you look for it at the right place. Ranging from bushcraft to instructions on making medicine, that's the reason why my phone is so precious to me.

My plans may have to rest for now until I get to somewhere safe. It's time to leave now. I got my backpack and headed out, and just a little distance away from me, there stood a zombie that was facing west. I slowly got close to it and took it down with a stab to the cranium.

Zombies individually aren't as much of a challenge as they used to be, but the threat still remains. There were more zombies nearby, some that were alone, staring aimlessly at the wall, and some that stood together in groups. The groups were a fair distance away from the loners and, fortunately, far away from my path.

A little while later, and I've already crossed by a south-facing street, and now I was at the road ahead of it. To my far left I could see a bus stop and some zombies; to my right again, zombies; and in front of me, you guessed it, zombies.

The zombies were easy to distract; I just had to make sure I don't distract too many of them at once, or at least make sure to distract them properly. I was crouched throughout my journey, hiding behind various objects. I grabbed a nearby rock and threw it ahead of the couple of zombies in front of me, right into the large dumpster near them.

All three of them ran, shaken out of their droopy state. They ran with their folds of fat, jiggling in the air; it was surprising how they could run so well.

They ran, and the two in front got close to each other, and then the one in the back took a mean bite out of the zombie in the front, right at its collarbone.

In an instant, the zombie turned back, all while zombie no. 1 kept its grip on its shoulder and tore its flesh clean off. The zombie proceeded to gulp it down, and zombie no. 2 took a bite out of it and hugged it with its hands to hold it firmly in place.

Zombie No. 3 also came in, and then they all started to tear each other apart. After a long while, what was left was me, who took the last remaining one out with a clean stab to the skull from behind as it tried to gulp down the mangled remains of flesh.

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The scene was bloody and gory; most of the alleyways and roads had some semblance of blood. As the path had finally cleared, I ran, not wasting a second. I jumped over the random flesh bits and sprinted, not even bothering to look back.

Fortunately, more zombies weren't near, and because of that, I was able to wait it out till now behind a dumpster. The scent of blood may soon attract wandering zombies to the mangled corpses.

After a while of running, I took cover behind another dumpster. I had passed by another road. So three in total, and my guess was correct. I looked behind at the mess I caused, and the spot had become infested with fat zombies and the results of their brawls. From here, I could see all of them fighting to eat each other.

It was heinous, yet there was nothing that I could do about it. There were more zombies ahead of me; I had to get past them, so I did what I did before and threw a rock, this time far away from my path.

I ran again, and from behind I could hear their loud screams getting quieter as I ran. I had crossed two more roads or lanes while running in a large zigzag pattern; it took far more time because I had to take cover from the zombies ahead of me.

I decided to stop near a tall building when no more were around me. I wanted to see what the state of the path ahead of me looked like because, so far, I'm having a hard time avoiding zombies properly.

I climbed up the three-story building first by getting up to the window on its second floor and then maneuvering my way to the third floor's balcony. Another reason I chose this building to climb was because it was by far the tallest in the area around me.

If I had just kept on moving in my path, I wouldn't have realized that just past a couple of buildings, there were hundreds of zombies, all grouped together just a little bit left of my path. Thankfully, I made the right decision in climbing this building, or I wouldn't have even seen them coming.

The largest groups I've seen so far would be twenty or more zombies, and they all seemed to be on the verge of causing a mutiny, but these ones, how do I say it, were 'peaceful,' but maybe that's because I just got here at the right time to see them like this, whatever the case may be.

I can't be around them when they finally decide to let loose. Besides the zombies, the city pretty much looked like it was in the middle of a revolution. First everywhere, likely caused by panicking people. Buildings that were broken, collapsed buildings and trees that were burned to a crisp, and loads of vehicles that were abandoned with their doors left open on large roads.

I kept on looking around the city despite the ruin that I've seen so far; there are a lot of places that seem to be untouched by the fire. There also seemed to be a roadblock, but unlike one that I saw before, it looked like it was purposefully built. It was made up of vehicles parked sideways and the remaining open areas covered by wood, steel fences, and other objects to seal the road completely.

There must be people behind that; the question is, are they friendly? Even before the zombie apocalypse, Chicago was never a friendly place. Who knows if that roadblock is the work of a gang? Only one way to find out.

I decided to get off the building the same way I got in because as soon as I tried to go to the second floor, I could hear multiple growls, which sounded like there were multiple zombies. Trying to fight them on an open road is one thing, but in a closed space is another type of death wish entirely.

Now choosing a house to stay in wasn't that hard. I simply chose the one that was surrounded by the least number of zombies, and I found one that only had one sluggish zombie with a broken right arm; it was a male, and it had a torn apart bloody blue hoodie on with some tight pairs of blue jeans and a white shirt that looked like it had seen better days.

It was easy to take care of, but is the house as quiet as it seems?