| Encountering that individual who I thought was a person did not go well, mainly due to the person not really being a person. I seemed incapable at the time of shock or horror, though luckily mustered the necessary acrobatics to shield the important parts of my naked body from the zombie. I ran after that, to a house, and used another, unhinged door as a barricade for the door I closed behind me.
I instinctively looted the place. I took the remaining clothes, layering shirts over shirts and keeping two pairs of trousers. A note in the kitchen read gather any supplies and meet me at the mall.
I broke the back window, finding the back door barricaded. In the nearest intersection a sign read something similar to "that way to power station," "this way to a bad place," both with arrows pointing in the same direction. I went another way.
I found a supermarket. The building was too barricaded to enter through the front doors, but I did manage to sneak underneath a loading bay door.
Apparently someone had been living here: the floors were clean; the shelves formed forts; a man was sleeping on a cot. Awakening him, he told me his name was Simon.
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