Looking forward he sees some non-rotten fruit and vegetables

-Thank god for that poison they spray them with-

He grabs as much as he can and puts them into a bag

-Now... to find some guns.-

He notices a couple of zombies heading his way. He makes a run for it into the nearest backalley

-I wish there was a police station or somekind of military base here...-

He has reached the marketplace. All the food he can see is rotten and deformed

-God dammit, I really need the food...-

He keeps looking

Vunts starts rowing to the ground, to look for more bullets and/or guns

-I really need some company too, but I haven't heard or see anything close to living exept plants and zombies, if you can call them alive. Man,I really need to stop this talking-to-myself-business...-

He arrives to ground, sends a bullet trough the brain of the only zombie in that area and ties the boat to ground

-Now... maybe finding something to eat would be a good idea too-

He walks to the marketplace, while holding on to his only protection - the pistol.

Vunts is sleeping in his boat about 30 meters away from land. Zombies have yet to figure out how to move over waters. They make much noise on the shore, thus awakening Vunts.

-Bloody beasts- He mumbles, while grabbing his pistol

-I need more bullets, and more guns... Ugh. I'm going crazy, talking to myself already- he only has 35 bullets left for his pistol.