Gary pulled out of the hospital and onto the empty street outside. He then turned west and headed towards his house. As he drove he noticed a few zombies walking or crawling along the road and sidewalk. He normaly wasn't a violent person, but these things were not human, not anymore. Gary went out of his way to run down what zombies he could without risking damaging his car, and couldn't help but feel satisfied as he heard their bones snap and break as he drove. He was almost to the bridge that crossed the river that ran through the city when he was forced to stop. The entire road in front of him was blocked by huge chunks of steel and debris from nearby buildings. There was no way to go around it ether, if he wanted to cross the bridge and get to his home he would have to get out and walk. Gary reached under his seat and grabed the gun that he kept there and stepped out of his car. He took a quick look around to check for zombies. There were none nearby, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they showed up. As he walked towards the blockade in front of the bridge he checked his gun, six shots, he would be safe for now. The pile of the destroyed buildings was far larger up close and looked quite strange. It appered as if...something...had ripped the buildings apart. Gary decided that he better be quick in getting home. He climbed over the pile fairly easily and could now continue across the bridge. Just as he was about to move on, however, he saw a store up ahead that sold guns and ammo. He could hurry across the bridge to his house or he could take a few minutes to check for any weapons that might have been left behind.
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