Although it was no more than 20 feet of walking, it felt like miles. I kept thinking about what would happen out there. I kept telling myself over and over again that everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't convince myself. I took the first weapon I saw in the bag. It was much heavier than the ones we had trained with. I wondered if it was because of fear, or simply because this was a real weapon. My hands were shaking, I took the safety off just like the girl had taught us and went outside.
All around me, people were shooting in different directions. I took some time to differentiate the Infected from the living. I took the gun and aimed at one of them, as I fired me felt the force of the bullets make the gun hit me. I stopped when I realized that I wasn't actually hitting anyth
