In had already been raining heavily for hours, but the storm finally kicked in full force as the night dragged on. If it kept up like this the whole city could get completely flooded. "Heh, maybe the water will wash away all these damn zombies." Eric said with a laugh as he lit up another cigarette and began fiddling with the radio settings. As he was messing around one particular frequincy caught his attention. From the sound of things it was a rescue broadcast. "Citizens of Bitterwood, this is Staff Sargent Devlin of the U.S. Army. We are broadcasting on this emergency frequincy to alert survivours of our position. We have set up a checkpoint on Holland Road 3 miles north of the city as well as at the McKinney motel 8 miles south of the city. We have food, water, and other supplies as well as first aid and have sent several teams into the city to look for survivours. If you come into contact with one of these teams please follow their instrctions and do not branish any weapons or aggressive behavior or you may be shot. If you cannot reach either of the checkpoints provided we advise you to stay in a secure location with no doors or windows if possible."
"Do not make any loud noise and turn off all lights and electricity. While the source of these creatures is unknown we do know that they can be attracted by noise and have at least some form of eyesight. While direct contact is believed to be nonfatal, these beings are extremely dangerous and all contact with them should be avoided at all costs. We wish good luck to you and your families. This message will repeat until the crisis situation is over. ... Citizens of Bitterwood, this is..." Eric let the signal play through a second time before turning it off and sitting back in his chair. He took a long drag off his cigarette and began thinking over his options as the rain pounded on the windows outside. The station he was sitting in was near the northeastern side of the city, but Eric didn't feel comfortable heading towards a checkpoint only 3 miles outside the city. By now it was probably overrun... but could he make it to the second checkpoint? It would be hard enough just to stay alive and over 8 miles was a lot of ground to cover even without the large numbers of zombies infesting the inner city. After about half an hour of thinking he made his choice and turned in for the night...
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