An observer’s report:
Four strangers met on the road. It was an uneasy alliance. Sarah decided that the only way they’d survive was through trust. She let everyone know that she was short on food but was willing to fight. The others weren’t so forthcoming. Michael hid his weapons from the others; Francis and Angela remained silent.
The first time a zombie approached, the weak link in their team became evident. While Sarah, Michael and Angela attacked willingly, Francis fled. Sarah was injured but the zombie was dispatched. They group searched for supplies, but there was nothing much of value: one useless shoe, a broken radio, one bullet. Ever the negotiator, Sarah suggested that they distribute these items randomly. She took the radio, Angela the shoe. Michael pocketed the bullet. Francis returned, sheepishly. The others decided to forgive him: four weapons are better than one, Sarah said.
Bad move. In the night, Francis took his axe and struck the sleeping Sarah. A zombie attacked, causing more injury to all but Francis: yet again, he ran away. In the morning, more zombies appeared, injuring Angela and Sarah. Francis watched from a distance, waiting for the group to die, hoping to salvage whatever food they had. Michael saw her. He pulled out a gun: he’d hoped to keep the possession of this a personal secret, but he’d seen where selfishness leads. He shot Francis. Francis fought on. Sarah rushed towards him, wielding her cleaver. Francis, mortally wounded, staggered away into the scrub. The others searched for him, but his body was not to be found. Even in death, Francis remained selfish: they couldn’t even use his body for sustenance. There was very little food left. Michael ate his last tin of beans. Angela shared her canned meat with the weakening Sarah.
In the distance they saw an army camp. The group was momentarily enticed by the possibility of gathering more food, but they were afraid that the base would also be swarming with zombies. And who knows how the soldiers would treat them? The base is a honey trap, Sarah said. The group continued down the highway. They tried to avoid zombies, but it’s hard to move stealthily when you’re limping and exhausted. This time, Michael was the target. Now everyone was injured, and Michael only had one bullet left. The next day, Angela gave her last tin of beans to Michael.
They saw two signs: one to a graveyard; the other to the hospital. Despite their weak position, Michael pushed for the graveyard: he figured that this could be the centre of the zombie’s power. Going there might decrease the threat later on. Sarah indicated her body, falling apart. She was no use in battle like this: she needed the hospital. The group advanced towards the hospital. Four zombies greeted them. Michael fired his last bullet. A zombie was defeated but the zombies turned on Angela. There remained four zombies—one of them was a zombie Angela.
Michael and Sarah stood together. A bulletless gun. Only a knife and a cleaver. They knew that whoever attacked would probably die. A heroic moment. Michael attacked.
Sarah now faced five zombies. Zombie Michael approached. Sarah knew that six zombies would emerge from the hospital that day.