Zombies shamble through the streets in search for the living to devour. Fortunately it is too bright for them to see through the windows of a nearby gas station, otherwise they might spot a tasty snack by the name of Roland Chausser.
Smoking a cigarette, Roland rummages through canned goods making sure not to take any of the damaged ones while keeping as silent as possible. Once he has as many as he can carry, maybe a week's supply if rationed, he puts them all into an ugly canvas backpack and pulls it onto his back. The heavy cans weights him down a little, but not so much that it will slow him down. Roland than reaches down picking up a large black crowbar, his weapon of choice. He heads out towards the back door, an entrance meant for employees and garbage. The door leads into an empty alleyway with a small employee parking lot.
Fortunately most zombies stay to the main road. Something that has benefited many of survivors. However, it only takes one zombie to c