[Jason Grimm]

The instant he turned he was greeted by the girl that was stalking him earlier, and when she lunged at him all she received was the butt of the sign post where her mouth used to be as Victor’s surprised yell rang out. The girl's body fell fast, but Victor didn't stick around to find out how long it would take her to get up. Victor was beginning to realize that nothing would stop these things from attacking short of being physically unable to do so. It also began to seem to him that the best option was to cripple them in order to slow them down and then escape; at least until he procured better weapons.
While Victor sprinted to the burger joint to look for a way in, he couldn't shake the memory of the blonde talking to him. Though her eyes were dull and lifeless, it was like a shred of her mind and personality still remained within after death. He couldn't imagine what it was like to be one of those
things, and didn't want to. His limbs ached with fear-induced stress, and his right shoulder released constant stings and burns as he strode down the dim street. The fact that he had only seen one other living person thus far also lurked in the back of his mind like a servant of dread, just as the fact he
couldn't save the man's life tormented him.
Plain and simply put, Victor had to find out what was going on and stop it if he could. He began realizing just how serious this could be. In old zombie movies, something like this had the potential to affect the entire world. If that happened, no place would be safe for long. The only problem was that he had no clue where to begin his quest. All he knew was that the man who died mentioned the hospital a couple of miles to the north of the area. The answers had to be there, but for the moment Victor had to focus on being careful and staying alive; hopefully long enough to find someone else who was trying to survive. For now, however, Victor was on his own.
As he grew closer to the restaurant, he slowed his pace with obvious displeasure the instant he saw horrific spatters of blood all over the windows. This was yet another place in town that had met a bad fate, and another place that wouldn't give him any answers. He could hear faint country music coming from the jukebox inside, and once he got a bit closer the smell of death hit him like a festering five-ton hammer. Through the gore-thrown windows he saw several people at the bar and in booths that had been partially eaten and mangled. A couple of them had already re-animated, and were stalking around the interior as if they were animals in search of food. Rather than go and make introductions, Victor decided to look elsewhere for answers.

The gas station where he had started, the strip club, and the only burger joint still in business had all been scenes from a cheesy 80's horror movie. Unfortunately, it was a cheesy 80's horror film he was currently stuck in with no immediate means of escape. The only place left to check that he imagined wasn’t locked up or useless was the other gas station which was behind him about a half-mile, and the pawn shop less than a block from where he was. After checking the pawn shop all that would be left to check would be the video store, the bank, and the burger joints that rested a mile past the old motel down the road, if they were still even there. The man that showed up wounded had emerged from the second gas station, and mentioned nothing of any survivors he had noticed. At this point, Victor found himself thinking about how bad things could be in the rest of town, though he wouldn’t truly know until he explored the area and looked around for himself. With his plan thought out, Victor paced himself and made way to the ran-down structure up ahead that contained the pawn shop.