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Episode 1, Chapter 2 - 2
He heard crazed shouting in the distance, and, squinting, he saw a barricade made from scrap metal. One read 'Ellcott City City Limits, Population 20,395.' What did the other barricades say? He sighed, "Cannibals. How does he know that they are cannibals? Crazy ones, at that. Cannibals are crazy by default, however. No, they are hungry by default. I'm fucking talking to myself again!"

Notching the safety off, he closed his right eye and held the scope up to his left. Not many, maybe five cannies. Where did they come from? Maybe five? Has he got lazy eye? He placed his right hand down on the barrel and held his breath, thinking mentally As opposed to? "One..Two...Three" BAM! One down, four left. The cannies scattered and he picked one off just before it got into cover. People are usually not gender neutral objects Three more left, he thought. The reader can count, too He ran behind a shed and leaned out, peaking into the scope. I assume that he is in some sort of urban area? They're not there. Why would they? He just shot two of them.

He heard the hum of an engine, and a huge, fortified van emerged from the driveway of a house. Huge, fortified post-apocalypse vans do not hum. Unless they are electric. And it was parked in someone's driveway in suburbia? He had seen these before, but never had to confront one. He fired like crazy, This kind of cool thinking is what enables him to survive in the wasteland. emptying his clip at the driver's window. Surprisingly, the fortified van is not vulnerable to small arms. Bulletproof, he thought, and ran into the house and hid in the fridge, shooting down a Zed in the process. What house? How did he find the fridge so easily? Why hide in a fridge? Has he given up and he's trying to commit suicide? There was a random zombie just waiting by the fridge near a cannibal outpost and garage?

BAM! He heard an explosion, Oh, so that's what BAM! means! and the fridge was knocked over, it's doors opening. Otherwise this adventure might have ended prematurely. Fire surrounded him, and he crawled out, looking at the van. The van drove into the house and exploded? Just like that? All of them were dead. Or so he thought, walking up to the van, one fell out, and looked up at him.

"Pray for me" John said, and he silenced the man. You can't silence somebody being silent. Nor can they pray when they're dead.

Walking from the ashes, he squatted down, examining a necklace. It was golden, with diamond studs. I'm just going to assume he took it from a corpse. This would sell for a lot, but he knew it was valuable. Yes, things that are valuable sell for a lot. However, in a post-apocalypse society jewellery would be worthless. He would pass it on to his children, and them onto theirs. This would be his heirloom, his legacy. He's thinking awfully far ahead.