Virus Outbreak: 2nd Month 2nd Week
Two weeks had passed since Felix had met up with the group of six. They consisted of two women and four men and, though no strong bonds had been made, Felix could sense the sexual tension in the air and made the decision early to leave the group when things started to get nasty between everyone, as they eventually would.
The group had accepted him without much hesitation or questioning after he'd caught them up in the woodlands. They hadn't seen him as a threat; he had no food, no water and no firearms. Though for two days the leader had held on to his cleavers.
The group had then stumbled across a small group of walkers. The leader, a tall dark skinned man that went by the name of Barnes, had thrown the cleavers over to Felix and watched in horror. Felix had dispatched the six walkers on his own and a malicious grin had spread across his face as he had silently mouthed his counting, cutting them down one by one. The rest of the group had stood open mouthed and watched, barely reaching for their weapons.
"Six, a new record.." Felix smiled to himself as he wiped the blood from the cleavers on the grass and slid them back into the holsters,
"..I assume I can keep a hold of these now?" he'd smirked as he aimed the rhetorical question at Barnes. At that moment, as his defiant eyes had locked with the leader of the group in a mini power struggle, one of the women had screamed out. A blood curdling scream Felix would never forget.
A seventh walker had shambled up behind her without being spotted and ripped a chunk out of her exposed neck.
Felix had watched the transition in awe, the woman had turned from friend to foe, from human to meat, in the blink of an eye. Without much thought and with no remorse he took out his two cleavers, walked calmly across to her and brought the cleavers down killing both the walker and the 'soon-to-be-walker'. He turned to face the group.
"..Eight.."
Virus Outbreak: Present Day
The sound of the rain on the roof of the car soothed Felix, reminding him of being in a tent in the forest camping with his father. He'd watched the group ahead of him split, at least three had taken shelter in a large bus. After seeing this he had assumed that they didn't plan to go anywhere any time soon and had taken shelter from the rain in the car with blacked out windows. He laid with his right arm wrapped behind his head and sighed to himself,
'Actually quite comfortable..' he thought as he reached into his brown rucksack he had expertly crammed into the foot well beside him and pulled out a half-eaten apple. He observed the brownish tinge on the once yellowy white apple skin and frowned.
"I need better food…" 
