Pepsi Center near Downtown was buzzing like a beehive for the military just two days ago before all hell broke loose. To contain the undead or the crazies as some put it. The military when being over run started to shoot anything that moved. I didn't matter what you were wearing now. Everything moving was a target that was living or not. 

Dr. Johnson left with a small group of survivors as they were escourted out of the are but got stopped by a larger force of undead on the roadways. It was chaotic as everyone started to rout and simple act like they had lost thier minds. Soldiers pushing or knock over others just to get away was sickening, but in the end it saved him and a few others. 

Almost 6-7 hours later when the sun rose up and the doctor could see the carnage that was left for miles around him was worse that he had seen in third world countries. The downtown center looked like a warzone. 

Doctor johnson found several vehicles that had goods but still some of the dead still lingered. He didn't want to deal with the dead nor the living for right now so it was the time to make choices if he really wanted to live or not. But what for?.. 

Looking around him was burning cars, trucks and bodies, let alone the things that still moved about and seemed indestructible to kill. How can you kill something that was already dead?. 

Dr. Johnson started the process to live by gather what he felt that he could carry by scavenging off the dead. Weapons like rifles, pistols and other things were abundant but if fired would usually attract these monster to the location. But still a weapon was needed against the living, those that would relieve you of your items for their own. Shelter was need and soon the Dr had a plan to try with the hopes that it would keep him safe. He choose an APC that was being used as part of a roadblock on the highway near the pepsi center. For the Doctor this was a good place where he could find shelter if need protection as well as a base where he could scavenge the surrounding area with hopeful ease. 

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days and things were not getting any better, especially with the conditions of the privy. The doctor choose a well light, open area to preform his constitutional duties for the day. He was not thankful for having MRE and not needing to void but every other two -three days. Water was plentiful from mostly any military vehicles as well as MREs but other needs were not. This is where it became a waiting game of cat and mouse unit the Doctor got the idea of listening to the radio. Maybe he could listen or even transmit a call for help?.