I awoke drearily, the others were not there. My first thought was that they went out to check 0n a noise and were killed by the undead, rationality came back as I see Austin walk into the room. “Hey dude, it’s noon, you’ve been sleeping for hours, we were going to wake you but figured you needed the sleep.”
I roll up my sleeve to check the time 12:01, “Damn, well are we ready to get going?”
“Yes, we were waiting for you to wake up.”
Still very tired, I get up off the tile floor of the gas station, and pick up my pack. I pull an item out of it, my “face”, the Guy Fawkes mask. “All set,” I say to Austin and we leave out of the glass door east of where I crashed for the night.
The ghouls were plentiful now, the outbreak seemed to have escalated to a low-level Class III out break, I hoped that it would not escalate to Class IV, because that would literally mean “Zombie Apocalypse”, they would take over making up most of the population.
My foot feels better, I’m not sure if it’s fully healed yet, but it is a lot easier to walk on and I don’t need the splint. Now, hopefully, I won’t slow us down as much and we can reach San Antonio as soon as possible, most likely today.
We reached San Antonio after about four hours of travel; it was extremely cold and I had no gloves so my hands were freezing the whole time, I could barely fight because my hands were so numb.
But when we finally got to the (once) bustling city of San Antonio it was more of a city of the dead.