The road was red, blood red. Dead people walking by the street as Greg drove his jeep to union city. It wasn't far, just a few miles ahead and he is in union city.
He reached his destination at dawn, "Green leaf for elderly daycare"..as he feared, it was overrun with those horrid things. Dead walking and dead crawling. Greg was devastated, horrified, he was sad.. he thought about stepping out of his vehicle, but it would cost him his life. A few zombies crawled to the car, a bunch walked to it. He cried as he bumped his forehead on the steering wheel. Their sounds, their growls.. it ate him from inside. Couldn't help but make him think about how his mother suffered from this horrible creatures.

"I should be heading to the stadium" he thought. What once was a beautiful, peaceful, quaint place is now a living hell, with the dead roaming free. There were screams all around. He couldn't help anyone with the hordes on the street. 

The stadium was a couple of footsteps ahead. He parked his car in a parking lot in front of an abandoned clinic. Before stepping out he scanned the area around his car, it was clear to go. He grabbed his machete and crimson combat knife and sheathed them in. His 9mm hand gun tucked between his back and pants. Opened the back door and reached for his M16, grabbing a box of ammunition and his backpack along with the M19

He walked to the entrance of the stadium, only to find out it is overrun with zombies, blood all over the place. He halted for a moment not knowing what to do next.