Eric had barricaded himself inside Bitterwoods number one radio station. Which was located at least 2 miles out of the city. He had escaped from the prison after the outbreak started. He had managed to get his hands a GE handheld M134 Minigun and three bags full of ammo.
It was sheer luck that had gotten him this far. He'd been spending 4 days on the third floor of the building. He lit a cigarette as a fierce storm blew in, making the night sky even darker. "At least I've got unlimited tunes." he said as he flipped on the radio. He continued to puff his cigar and play his music as the night went on. At around midnight,
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