'Now would be a good time to go.' Markus thought, pulling the slide back on his 9mm SIG P229. Not many rounds left, only seven total. Enough to get him out of a sticky situation if he needed...or to end it all before he became one of "them". The undead had begun to rise weeks ago, and while the city WAS quarantined, the government didn't seem too keen on sending any aid. Not really the best of situations. Holstering the sidearm on his hip, he reached over next to the workbench to his pack, slinging it onto his back as he made his way towards the stairs across the room. Markus had worked at the local jail as a guard, and during the initial outbreak him and his fellow officers had held the jail pretty well. It didn't take long for reality to set in; no where was safe, especially from the undead. But what was done was done, and after grabbing his PR-24 knight stick by the door to the basement of the 34th street apartment complex, he slipped quietly out into the street, securing the door as he went out for supplies.
He ate lite to make sure that nothing weighed him down. Markus needed as much speed as possible. While on the roof of the complex a few days before, he saw several convenience stores to the east of the complex. He was heading out to see if he couldn't grab a few extra supplies: food, water, anything. Running out into the street, a few zombies slowly shambling about as he made a dead sprint towards the alleyway just ahead. There were several bodies in the alleyway, and provided some minor hurdles for him to leap over. They were his handy work from the day before. Three or for of these bastards weren't that hard to deal with: while working the jail, he had dealt with several riots. The large groups were the ones to worry about. He ended is sprint at the end of the alleyway, adjusting his pack, reassuring his grip on the knight stick as he peeked around the corner from the alley. Looking up and down the street, he saw a decent sized group of zombies up the street to the north, maybe one or two to the south. 'Well...looks like I know where to avoid...'
From what he wagered, he was only about one more street away from his position. He readied himself, darting south at a 45 degree angle towards a very rundown and empty looking building. He was trying to be as quiet as he could be until reaching the building. The was a small indent in the front of the building where the door was, and he leaned into it, keeping himself hidden from the northern end as well as the southern end of the street. All he had to do was slip into the next alley, and he'd be nearly be to the convenience stores he saw...and then, he made a mistake. A mistake that made his heart sink. As he turned down the alley, he saw around three undead, turned away from him and just shambling about. He was thinking that it would be easy to dispatch them, and then his foot touched something. The clinking of glass echoed on the brick walls of the alley, almost like a dinner bell...and then they turned. He could hear their moans from the street he just came from as well, hearing them shuffle towards the sound. Markus acted fast, darting forward towards the first zombie, striking out at its leg and knocking it aside against the door. It's rotten flesh pealed off onto the wall, hitting it with a wet smack as it slid limply to the floor, leaving a long trail of blood. Sprinting easily past the next one by giving it a wider birth, he launched another strike to the side of the third zombies head, a splatter of blood erupting from the contact point as it slumped to the ground.
He reeled around the corner to his right, Seeing the convenience store right ahead of him. He was panting, and sweating, his body shaking with adrenaline as he made it across the street. Slipping into the first stores front door, he turned and locked it quickly. He was sure something had seen him, and it wouldn't be long before the undead would be creeping by, to see where that noise went. Markus hopped the counter, landing behind it quickly as he caught his breath. 'Doing well until you hit the bottle, dumbass...' Markus cursed at himself under his breath.