[center][h1]Jason[/h1][/center]

Jason stood in the hallway of a supposedly empty office building tight against the alcove of a doorway, he wasn't nearly thin enough to be hidden but he hoped it helped. He listened carefully with his knuckle duster knife in his hand, for the quiet shuffling of the undisturbed infected. He listened for a dozen heartbeats before he heard one, a quiet thump of the infected walking into a desk or table. Jason tensed at the noise listening for an infected to hear the other, he wasn't sure that happened but it always made him nervous. There was nothing it seemed, so he gingerly stepped out from his hiding spot to find the infected. After a few moments searching it seemed that the infected was trapped in some office break room. Which was fine for his safety, but the vending machines were in there and they had snacks. Not as nutritious as his last couple MREs but had plenty of calories to keep him moving, not to mention the half full water jug in there. Jason carefully crept up on the door staying out of sight from the windows. 

He knew he would have to kill the infected, which was a task in and of itself. He worked out a crude plan that would minimize chances of exposure and injury, but he still brought his blood flecked mask onto his face. Standing behind the windowless door he braced himself, without touching the door, putting his left leg and shoulder in the way to prevent the door from opening more than a few inches. he raised the knife in his right and and flicked the door handle, enough to unlatch and get the infected's attention. Jason braced clenching his teeth as the zombie roared at him and charged. A moment later it hit the door with the force of a small train sending a lance of pain through Jason's arm. It didn't knock him down, but the impact pushed him back a little. Just enough that the zombie could reach out and claw at him. His thick leather coat prevented the zombie from finding purchase but he could feel the hand rake across his torso. It was then that he realized that this infected was a small, thin, office worker but was pushing at the door with force that he would only think of as from a bodybuilder. That didnt matter now, he would ponder it later. He had hoped he could hold the door closed just enough to stab the zombie in the eye, he miscalculated their strength.. again. He stabbed at the face as it chomped repeatedly in his direction. The knife found the zombie's eye burying deep and easily destroying the brain, all the pressure against the door stopped at the zombie fell limp held in place by Jason's desperate pressing against the door. 

Jason sighed [color=f08080]"you bastards are strong"[/color] he said panting from the adrenaline as he backed off and pulled the door open discovering his prize. A vending machine with maybe a dozen packs of snack foods, and a water cooler with a few gallons of water left in it. His victory was cut short as he heard another roar from behind him, a little higher pitched than the last. A woman in what would have been very nice business attire were it not caked in gore and disheveled was at the top of the stairs he had come up not long before staring at him tensed like a predator ready to pounce. [color=f08080]"Shiiit"[/color] Jason said, muffled by his mask and assumed a defensive posture. The zombie charge him, it seemed like it had the speed of a cheetah, but that was probably not entirely accurate. Jason charged too, hoping his momentum and weight would overpower the smaller zombie. They collided, Jason ramming his shoulder and arm into the zombie's sternum. Jason won the trade in blows knocking the infected to the ground, but Jason was dazed by the impact, a jolt of pain rocketing up his other arm. He didnt waste his moment though grinding his teeth through the pain and diving on the zombie. He jams his knee into the zombie's chest and begins stabbing at the zombie's head. After the fifth and sixth stab he noticed that it had stopped struggling. He stood panting and listening for more infected, after counting to 60 he still heard nothing so he went to claim his meager prize. a full canteen and full belly of water, a couple bags of chips a few cup of soups and a pack of knock off Twinkies. He simple stuffed the supplies in his bag to eat later while he moved off to find a secure office he could hole up in for the night that was still hours off.