Marko's zombie apocalypse was going to plan as much as any apocalyptic event could go, meaning it had gone to shit. In the beginning, it had seemed so wild and fast - panic had a way of doing that he supposed. Now a month was like two years of apocalypse time. Chief, man's best friend whimpered as they traipsed through city streets littered with bodies of the dead, debris and trash alike. Taking the sights in took some getting used to, everything had changed and Marko was next to sure nothing would ever be the same again. Unlike most others who holed themselves up and inevitably turned or were lucky enough to be shown the mercy of a bullet to the head, Marko and Chief took to the streets, rather than having any one base of operations they traveled light and took only what they'd need to the point of the rucksack being strained and ready to tear. The supplies were mainly canned and dried food, rope, matches, a heavy duty torch and a sturdy knife all included in the inventory.

Chief barked as he stood to attention, the German shepherd was in good condition generally and appeared to be healthy and ship shape. A quick hand gesture silenced the dog as Marko crept towards the wall, hugging it with his back and peaking around the corner. His right hand was tracked with dirt, blood and dust, gripped tight in it was a hatchet, metal head and wooden handle. He had looted a 9mm handgun but was down to his last few bullets - he didn't like using guns or anything that made too much noise unless it was a last resort. A quick glance at Chief cracked the solid expression on Marko's face, a thin smile began to tug at the corners of his mouth, grip tightening on the hatchet. He'd save his last two bullets for when all hope was lost.

At first glance, the man had only seen five or so of the infected their interest gauged. Marko looked back to Chief again, ready to move across to the next alley when the sound of a tin can pottering down the street immediately grabbed both of their attention. This time, even Chief was having a look to see what was going on down the road. It was then he spotted another one, pushing themselves up against the wall much like him, knife in hand. This one was alive. Marko was conflicted, he wasn't sure if he should risk his life to help a total stranger especially when they were already doing just fine on their own. He pressed the back of his head against the bricks of the alley wall before peaking around the corner one more time. 

The collective noise that came from the group of infected was like nothing on Earth, a clear calling of the hungry probably loud enough to attract others. One thing he'd learnt over the last month or so was that these things appetites' were insatiable.

"Alright Chief, c'mon." Marko muttered, staying low to the ground as he made his way slowly to the back of a burnt out car, his four legged companion following closely behind. Bringing his gaze to street view he spotted her once again and with his free hand attempted to signal her. It was no good however, she couldn't see him. The man looked to his dog as if for the answers while trying to formulate a game plan. His free hand had now made it's way between Chief's two ears, scratching his oily fur. [i]You could do with a wash, buddy[/i] He thought to himself, shuffling along the edge of the car. The infected had began to close around the stranger and Marko decided now was the time to strike. Like a mouse, he crept to the group swinging his hatchet high into the air before bringing it down into the skull of one of the Zombies with a satisfying [b]thud[/b]. "You okay!?" He shouted over all the commotion, bringing his axe down on another of the infected, this time caving the skull with the butt of the handle, it took a couple of good smacks but this was turning out to be a nifty weapon, so Marko thought at least.