I made my way through the streets after looting that house. I wanted to find a first aid kit as I had been neglecting my wounds and persevering on adrenaline through sheer will. I decided to look through the next house. I approached the door and attempted to open it, the door was locked although that wasn’t going to stop me. I looked around and saw bricks stacked up next to their fence and grabbed one while looking around the area. My idea was to break the window and climb in so I could unlock it from the inside, that would create noise though zombies in the area may be attracted to me.

I scanned the area and saw 4 zombies, I'm sure there were more but for now, it would make sense to get rid of the zombies I could see before entering the locked house. I gripped my tire iron in my hands and slowly approached the zombie, immediately I swung the weapon and missed the zombie's head, instead lodging my weapon into its shoulder, it was a stupid mistake, but the zombie had its attention on me and was growling like mad. I tried again, this time the three other zombies were paying attention to me because of the extra sound from that first zombie. This time I grabbed the tire iron and swung it once more, hitting it on the side of its cranium and going for more blows until it rag-dolled onto the floor and stopped moving.

I took a moment to catch my breath and assess the situation. The other zombies were now getting closer, attracted by the commotion. I quickly backed away from the downed zombie and turned my attention to the others. They were getting closer, but not too quickly. I knew I had to act fast before things got out of hand.

I took a deep breath and readied myself, focusing on the task at hand. I slowly approached the closest zombie, trying to keep my movements as quiet as possible. I was able to get close enough to the zombie and swung my tire iron with full force, smashing the zombie in the head and sending it flying back. The other two zombies were now getting closer, so I moved quickly and attacked the next one with a downward strike, hitting it squarely in the skull. The last zombie was now within arm's reach, so I swung my tire iron as hard as I could, smashing it into the zombie's face and sending it stumbling back.

I took a moment to catch my breath and looked around, making sure there were no other zombies nearby. I saw that I had attracted the attention of a few more zombies in the distance, but they were too far away to be a concern for now. I turned my attention back to the locked house and picked up the brick once more. I threw it at the window, shattering it and creating a loud noise. I climbed in through the broken window and unlocked the door so I could let myself out after looting the place.

After searching the main living area of the house with no luck in finding a first aid kit, I decided to explore the rest of the house in hopes of finding something useful. I made my way towards the bathroom, cautiously opening the door and scanning the room for anything that could be of use. I quickly realized that the cabinets were stocked with basic toiletries and hygiene products, which could come in handy in a survival situation. I rummaged through the cabinets and found several tubes of toothpaste, toothbrushes, and floss, all of which I quickly gathered and placed into my backpack. With my hygiene needs taken care of, I moved on to the kitchen in search of more supplies. As I walked towards the kitchen, I could feel my stomach growling with hunger, and I hoped to find some food and drinks to satisfy my cravings.

As I entered the kitchen, I quickly realized that the cupboards were filled with tinned food and packaged snacks. I grabbed a few tins of soup, some packets of crisps, and a couple of bottles of soju. I placed them all in my backpack, taking care to make sure the bottles were secure so they wouldn't break and spill everywhere. I closed the cupboard doors, taking one last glance around the kitchen to make sure I hadn't missed anything.

Feeling both satisfied and weighed down by my newfound supplies, I decided to take a moment to rest and catch my breath. As I sat down, I couldn't help but notice the throbbing pain in my wounds. I realized that I had been neglecting my injuries and that they were getting worse. I began to wonder if there was anything in the kitchen that I could use to help me treat my wounds. I spotted a container of salt on the kitchen counter and wondered if I could use it to sterilize my wounds. I also thought about using the soju to disinfect the wounds before wrapping them with the tablecloth to make makeshift bandages. I knew it wouldn't be ideal, but in a survival situation, I had to make do with what I had.

I limped back to the kitchen, my leg still throbbing with pain from my earlier injuries. I knew that sea salt was a natural disinfectant, and the soju could be used as a sterilizing agent. I quickly grabbed a kitchen cloth and soaked it in a mix of sea salt and soju, hoping it would work nicely to kill any festering bacteria before dabbing it on my wounds. The pain was unimaginable, and I had to clench my jaw and tense my entire body to endure the pain. Tears streamed down my face as I made sure to get rid of any dirt around my wounds too before ripping the tablecloth I had found and bandaging it around my wounds. Once finished, I was exhausted, and it was getting dark outside. I could hear a few zombies outside now and I knew that going out at night would be stupid because I wouldn’t be able to see the zombies very well which would be risky. I would rather get a nice rest before heading out.

I made my way to the bedroom of the house after putting all my loot into the car I came in and closing the trunk. I slept in the master bedroom which had a few sets of futons in the drawers. I had lost track of time, but I knew that darkness meant night and my best option would be tomorrow morning. I lay down on one of the futons and tried recalling my past, I had no idea who I was before I got to the Biomed facility, but I knew that I must have had a family and they would be worried. As I thought, I eventually dozed off. The night continued to move, and the sounds of zombies were constant, surrounded by crickets and night creatures. Tomorrow was sure to be another rough day, but I was determined to survive and find a way to uncover my past.

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I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. The smell of dust and mould filled my nostrils, and the sight of the dilapidated room made me feel uneasy. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the grogginess, but my mind was still foggy. I couldn't remember the dream I had, but the feeling of nostalgia lingered as if I had been transported back to a happier time. I sat up on the futon and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from sleeping on a hard surface. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window, the sun was already up and shining through the dusty curtains. For a moment, I felt a sense of peace, like everything was normal until the reality of the situation hit me again. I was in a world overrun by zombies, a reality that was so absurd that it felt like a lie.

As I rose from my futon, I noticed a dull pang in my stomach, a reminder that I needed to eat soon. I made my way to the kitchen, my eyes scanning over the various foods I had left. I spotted a loaf of bread, which had a sell-by date of yesterday, but it still looked fresh enough to eat. I also saw some fruits, which had started to brown and become soft in some spots, but they were still edible. With a knife, I carefully cut off the brown bits and put them into a bowl, ready to be eaten. I then turned my attention to the water system. I knew it was still running, but I had no idea how long it would last. I quickly filled a pot with water and put it on the stove, planning to make some tea. As the water started to boil, I toasted a slice of bread and cut it into small pieces. I then sliced up the remaining fruit and placed it onto a plate.

As I sat down to eat my breakfast, I felt grateful for what I had. It was a simple meal, but it was filling and nutritious. I knew I would have to be careful with my food supplies, as I had no idea when or where my next meal would come from. But for now, I savoured the taste of the slightly stale bread, the sweet and tangy fruits, and the hot tea. It was a small moment of joy in an otherwise bleak reality.

After finishing my breakfast, I cleared the dishes and headed towards the kitchen window to see if the coast was clear. The morning sun cast a golden hue over the desolate street outside. The chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves, and the occasional groans of the zombies were the only sounds that broke the eerie silence. I spotted six zombies wandering aimlessly within the vicinity, and two more were dangerously close to my car. Panic set in as I realized they must have slowly crept into the area while I was sound asleep. My heart was racing, my body was covered in injuries. I gripped my tire iron in my sweaty hands and prepared myself for the fight. The thought of the walking dead consumed me with fear, but I had to survive.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, I gathered my courage and decided to make a run for it. I had to head to a nearby pharmacy called Miura Pineapple Pharmacy. I had marked it on the map yesterday and knew it was only a 5-minute drive from my current location. I had to gather as much medicine and medical equipment as possible in case of any emergencies. It was my best chance to survive.

The route to the pharmacy was relatively straightforward. I had to take a left turn on the deserted street and continue straight for a few blocks. I burst out the front door, my heart pounding in my chest as I raised the tire iron, my only defence against the undead. The first zombie stumbled towards me, its arms outstretched, and I thrust the weapon forward like a spear, hitting it squarely in the chest. The impact knocked the zombie off its feet, but it quickly began to rise again, its eyes fixed on me. I swung the tire iron again, aiming for its head this time, but missed and hit it on the shoulder. The zombie stumbled back, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I swung once more, hitting it on the head with all my strength. The blow stunned the zombie and it fell to the ground, motionless. I repeated the action multiple times, using the tire iron to bludgeon the zombie until it stopped moving. As I looked up, I saw the second zombie coming towards me, its jaws gaping hungrily. I swerved past it, narrowly avoiding its grasp, and attacked the two zombies that were surrounding my car. The tire iron was a good weapon, but it was slow and cumbersome. I had to hit the zombies multiple times to bring them down, and even then, they would often rise again.

I desperately wished I had the knives I had left in the car, they would be much more effective at quickly stabbing the zombies in the head. But I had to make do with what I had. With the two zombies surrounding my car taken care of, I turned my attention back to the first zombie that I had knocked down earlier. It was slowly getting back up, its movements jerky and uncoordinated. I raised the tire iron once more and charged forward, determined to put an end to the undead monster. Now, with the remaining two zombies joining the fray to kill me, I knew I had a real fight on my hands. But I was determined to survive and make it to the pharmacy to get the medical supplies I needed to keep going. The two zombies in addition to the zombie I was currently fighting made 3 zombies left out of the six I had spotted earlier, having just killed the one by the front door and two surrounding my car.

I raised my tire iron and aimed it at the zombie in front of me. My muscles tensed as I swung with all my might, striking the undead creature's head and sending it reeling back. But it wasn't enough to take it down for good. The zombie started to rise, its eyes still locked on me, its arms reaching out to grab me.

With a sense of urgency, I swung again, hitting the zombie's head repeatedly until it stopped moving altogether. It was now just a lifeless, bloodied body on the ground. I took a deep breath and turned around, ready to face the remaining two zombies. The sudden noise had attracted them, and they were now running towards me, their arms outstretched and their mouths agape, revealing their sharp, decaying teeth. My heart pounded in my chest as I readied my tire iron and braced myself for the inevitable impact.

I kicked the first zombie in its stomach, causing it to stumble back before I swung my tire iron at its head, smashing it in one blow. The second zombie was getting closer, and I could feel its breath on my face. I had to act fast, so I sidestepped to dodge its attack and then swung my tire iron at its head with all my strength. The zombie's head exploded in a gory mess, and I could feel bits of flesh and blood splatter on my face and clothes.

I took a moment to catch my breath, wiping the blood and sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. It was a close call, and I knew that I had to be more careful in the future. The last thing I wanted was to get bitten and become one of those things.