A whole day, one whole God-forsaken day we had been holed up in this old gas station. When the infection began in Seattle, we had no idea what to do, where to go. They were everywhere, up every street, down every alley, it’s a wonder we weren’t torn apart by them. Though, we didn’t escape unharmed.
Now I was looking out the window, a Browning .308 bolt-action hunting rifle clutched in my hands. The sun had gone down and everything was quiet here, but in the distance, above the trees, I could make out the Seattle skyline, and the rising plumes of smoke and occasional flashes of explosions.
The National Guard had been deploy