Before leaving Betty picked up an empty duffel bag that had been laying next to one of the corpses and looked it over. It was empty and a had a few dried bloodstains on the side, but it didn't have any big holes and was clean on the inside, which would make it a great mobile storage container. The last thing she did before heading back up the stairs was grab a few bottles of expensive champagne and stuff them inside the duffel bag along with a few clean rags. Betty had never drunk before and wasn't about to start now, but she knew that some high quality booze would make a good trade or bribe if she ran into any other survivors.
Steeling her nerves for what was to come she grabbed a knife from the kitchen and headed back out into the streets. It was raining fairly heavily now and small trails of water poured along the streets towards the storm drains as various undead shambled about. Betty knew she wouldn't last very long if she tried to make her way home with the weather like this, one bad slip and she could be cornered. These ghoulish monsters weren't too fast or smart, but there were enough of them to catch a lone survivor easily enough even if they were very careful.
"I need to find a place to stay and rest for the night." Betty whispered to herself as she closed the door to the diner and ran across the street to a vacant lot sandwiched between two condemned buildings. A lone zombie stirred near the brick wall of one of the buildings next to a pile of trash and let out a soft growl. He was immobile thanks to a survivor kneecapping him with a rifle some days beforehand, though he still managed to give poor Betty a fright as he flailed around on his hobbled legs. With a small grunt she kicked his head back against the wall, painting a oozing red stain where his head had connected.
The zombie groaned as it stirred about on the ground, its glowing red eyes fixed on her as she ran out of the lot onto the next street without looking back. "A place to rest for the night... somewhere safe..." she chanted as she took cover behind a car as a large dog ran down the street after a cat. She couldn't tell if the dog was undead or not, but wasn't in a hurry to find out either. As the cat made its escape through an open window Betty ran out of cover and continued onward.
Most of the buildings she ran past had been boarded up or stained with blood, not exactly ideal hiding spots. Finally, she came to a large intersection with few zombies traveling through it and decided she would find a secure place here to spend the night. Across the street was a gas station, abandoned though it still had electricity. It would be a good spot to rest if Betty could find a way to block the main door. Alternatively, on the opposite streets were a small apartment building and a local pizza place. They would both make good hiding spots as well if she could barricade them.
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