Chapter 3

As they approached the supermarket, Alex signaled for the others to stay back. He crept forward, keeping his gun at the ready. He peered through the shattered windows, scanning for any signs of life.

That's when he saw them. A group of survivors, huddled together in the back of the store. They were armed and looked like they had been surviving for quite some time.

Alex cautiously approached them, holding up his hands in a sign of peace. "We're not here to cause any trouble," he said. "We just need some supplies."

The other group didn't seem convinced. They leveled their guns at Alex and his companions, their eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"We don't share," one of them said. "You're on your own."

Alex could feel the tension rising. He knew that this situation could turn violent at any moment. He tried to reason with the other group, explaining that they were all in the same boat and needed to work together if they wanted to survive.

But the other group was stubborn. They refused to budge, and Alex knew that it was time to go. He signaled to the others to retreat, and they backed out of the store slowly, keeping their eyes on the other group.

As they made their way back to their base, Alex couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. They had hoped to find some much-needed supplies at the supermarket, but instead they had encountered a group of survivors who were unwilling to work together.

But he knew that giving up wasn't an option. They had come too far and fought too hard to let a setback like this get them down. They would keep searching, keep fighting, and keep hoping for a better tomorrow.

The group made it back to their base, but they weren't alone. A horde of Infected had followed them, attracted by the noise and scent of fresh blood. They rushed towards the barricades, growling and snarling, their eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger.

"Quickly, everyone get inside and fortify the defenses!" Alex shouted, his voice ringing with urgency. The survivors scrambled to obey, grabbing whatever they could find to reinforce the barricades. Some used wooden planks, others used metal pipes, and a few even used office chairs.

But the Infected were relentless. They smashed against the barricades with ferocity, their arms flailing and their teeth gnashing. The survivors fought back with everything they had, striking them with bats, knives, and even fire extinguishers.

As the battle raged on, Alex saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a small group of Infected scaling the wall of a nearby building, preparing to leap onto the roof of the survivors' base.

"Dammit, they're getting in from above!" he yelled. "We need someone to take them out!"

Without hesitation, Jake stepped forward. He was a wiry man with a scruffy beard and a fierce determination. He grabbed a grappling hook and rope, then sprinted towards the building.

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