Literature
Francis and Zoey prt 1
For at least the third time that day, I counted my food supply. And for the third time that day,
it showed that I couldn't stay were I was any longer. I sighed and slightly ground my teeth.
Hardly any food, almost out of ammo, and alone. Could my luck get any worse? I glared at the wall
as though to blame it for all of my problems. Sighing again, I stood and made my way to the door.
All I could hear was the sounds and moans from the infected outside of it. Loading my guys,
I took a deep breath. I knew the town, I had grown up in it after all. All I had to do was
beg the Gods that the gas station down the road hadn't been cleaned out an