The hospital was probably the worst place to be in the event of a zombie outbreak.  Hospitals and churches, that's what the book said, right?  Hospitals would be filled with sick people, possibly already infected with [i]the virus[/i], or whatever it was that animated the recently deceased.  Those who weren't infected would make an easy meal for the zombies.  Shane reflected on this as he snuck through the underground parking garage, forearm crutch tightly clutched in his hands.  He had imagined this very scenario in his head a million times: the scenario in which he would have to use a crutch for the opposite of its intended purpose.  During the time he had been recovering from his amputation, he could regularly be seen examining every inch of his crutches, holding it this way and that, playing in his head the best ways in which he could use it as a bludgeoning instrument.  His mind could go into some dark places if it had to.  He told himself that it was a survival instinct; he couldn't run, so if he was ever confronted with a threat to his life, he would have no choice but to fight.  And he was going to make [i]damn sure[/i] that [i]he[/i] would be the one walking away from that fight...

Very few zombies were in the parking garage.  He supposed that those who had come here seeking refuge, but turned, would be locked in their vehicles.  At least until they figured out how to open their doors.  It was at this moment, that he heard a hand smack a nearby window, causing him to jump back.  A zombie pressed its face against the inside of the car's window, futilely scraping its teeth against the glass.  

However, jumping had caused him to lose his balance, and as he tried to recover, his prosthetic knee buckled, causing him to fall on his ass and drop his crutch with a loud clang.  [color=green]"FUCK!"[/color]  His baritone voice echoed through the garage, more than likely alerting any nearby zombie to his presence, like some foul-mouthed dinner bell.  Even so, he knew that if he simply tried to leap to his feet, his knee would probably buckle again and he'd be right back where he was; he would have to take his time.  Keeping a wary eye out for trouble, he got himself to a kneeling position, then hoisted himself with his meat leg to his feet (foot?).  He kicked his prosthetic leg forward for good measure, snapping it into place.  Satisfied with his work, he continued to try to find his way from the garage to a place more open.
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Getting out of the garage had been the hardest part, so far.  A pair of SUVs had collided, effectively blocking the exit.  Rather than climb over them, Shane used his crutch to shatter one of the side windows and quickly crawl his way through, getting grabbed by a zombie in the process.  Luckily, the creature had grabbed his prosthetic leg, allowing Shane to simply shove the thing away with his crutch.  He was rather surprised by the strength it had; for a moment, he was sure he would be done for right then and there.  But he managed to push it away, cramming the end of the crutch into the zombie's maw for good measure, shattering its jaw.

Presently, he was sticking to the sidewalks and open places.  He was in no way interested in any more close quarters combat with the undead.  [i]Give me enough room to get a good swing in, and I'll be a happy camper,[/i] he thought.

It wasn't long until he heard something rattling ahead of him.  Someone was trying to get into...someplace.  He heard a girl's voice.  [i]"Hey, assholes, let me in!"[/i]  Hey!  A living person!  Alright!

Shane lowered his crutch as he approached the stairway where the girl was just starting to slip/stumble through the doorway.  He followed the girl into what he now knew was a bar, judging by the aesthetic of the room.  His countenance fell, though, when he discovered that he seemed to be the oldest person inside; the other oldest one was a young woman who couldn't have been older than twenty or so.  He watched the girl that came in before him for a short while, just in case he'd have to brain her for being a zombie.  When no one else seemed to alarmed at her presence, he closed the door behind him and exhaled.

[color=green]"Hey,"[/color] he said, exhaling once more.  [color=green]"What's going on?"[/color]