Angelica stared through the scope of her .30-06 from the roof of an old 24 hour movie store. Across the street, standing in front of a convenient store, were her companions Grant and Raleigh. They were scouting the place out, making sure there was no one else around before they went inside. Angelica scanned the streets then went back to them. Raleigh had the door pushed open and Grant rushed inside, his 9mm held out in front of him in case he had to shoot. These supply runs were always the most dangerous, especially in cities like this, but they had no choice. They had a small group that needed food and medicine. They would take whatever they could get. She scanned the streets again, her scope freezing on one of them, the creatures that had climbed out of the blackness and now ran rampant through out England and Scotland. They were pale and think, their ribs protruding from their sides as if they were severely malnourished. Black eyes shown like onyx stones, burning with an animalistic hunger. Their noses, which stood out sharp and hawk like from their emaciated faces, could smell prey from a mile away. Despite their outward appearance, they were extremely fast and had a mouth full of razor sharp teeth that could render flesh from bone in a matter of minutes. The public called them zombies, humanoid flesh eaters, a sort of cannibalistic creature that was always hungry. If you did manage to escape one, you ran the risk of infection. The bacteria in their mouths drove men mad, turned them into blood thirsty monsters that were less intimidating than the pale ones. These were called secondary zombies.