Akio looked around his surroundings. The station was barren as always, excluding his tent and the supplies he has gathered over the months. Food and water has been getting harder and harder to get a hold of and the recent outbreaks of zombies haven't helped. His dark brown eyes cast over the room before heading out of the station. He locked the doors with a iron lock and chain. He then put the screen on and pushed the car in front of the entrance. 

The Japanese man stepped into the street and smelled the air. Rotten. Decay. Death. This what he smelt and that meant one thing. Zombies. He gripped his PP Bizon a little harder, his knuckled going white. He heard a shuffle of the foot and pointed his SMG towards the noise. It was a fungal. He fired a three round burst, two to the chest and one to the head. Dead.

This was how it always went. Day by day. Hour by hour. Food and water scarce. Death imminent. Hope lost. He heard another shuffle and let out another sigh. He put his Gas mask on and aimed his SMG at the noise. Three round burst. Down. Another shuffle. Three rounds. Dead. A can of food. Put it in pack. Keep on going. Shuffle. Fire. Down. Food. Stored. Keeps going. A monotonous but effective system. It was still boring