Jack started to rummage through the office, looking for anything else that might be useful to him. He managed to find a hand crank powered flashlight radio, and a plastic bag with extra ammo for his shotgun. He also found a mini fridge that was packed with bottled water and soda. Jack sat on the floor next to the desk and sipped on a can of Diet Coke as he replayed the events of the last few days in his mind.
Jack had won $200,000 at the local casino and had been celebrating by inviting several women into his hotel room for some drinks. After 4 bottles of whisky, the rest of the night had passed in a blur. Jack had woken up with a serious hangover, and only $2,000 left in his wallet. His confusion had been made worse by the appearance of these undead monsters. Luckily, he'd managed to reach the bar and hunker down for several days.
"I don't know what had happened, but I've got to get out of this hellhole." Jack said to himself, flinging the now empty soda can aside. He then picked up his new shotgun. Before climbing out the window, he looked at the mangled corpse of the bar manager. He gave a silent apology before climbing out. He then went down the stairs, through the main bar, and out the front door. Jack got a good look at the damage caused by the outbreak. There were wrecked or abandoned vehicles scattered all over the streets. Numerous mangled bodies littered the pavement. Many of the surrounding buildings were damaged or destroyed. "It's like a warzone out here." Jack said to himself. He held his shotgun close as he walked down the street. After walking several blocks,
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