I picked up the ax. [i]"This will be way better than the pocket knife... at least now I have something that I'll be able to really defend myself with against those freaks..."[/i] How could zombies actually exist? I thought that they were just grotesque fantasies for people to enjoy, or conspiracy and doomsday nutjobs to get scared over. I let out a deep sigh. "This is all so fucked up..." I noticed the newspaper on the counter, and picked it up, folding it up and putting it in my backpack to read later.

[i]"They've gone quiet. I have a bad feeling about this."[/i] Whatever they were doing right now, it at least bought me a little time to start searching for that bar. I began going through the clinic's halls, peeking into rooms and trying to be as quiet as I can, trying to find an office for a phone or a storage area where they might store the bar.