civic nest
At the start of the apocalypse, Chet Caswell had found himself in West point, a town that is heavily infested with zombies, and only he was the living one... Or so he thought. He looked desperately for survivors, though only to no avail. He himself was alone, with no one for him to talk to. He couldn't even find his sister, Briana Caswell, and had gone into a state of confusion and anger. What was to come?
Only shortly after this, he quickly tried to gather his thoughts and after a few days, he started gathering gear from the police station and worked his way towards the gunstore after finding a sledgehammer. He went out from the gunstore, though. He couldn't carry all of this by himself. He needed a car.
After finding a medical van just near the gunstore, in a parking alley, he gathered the low fuel it had and drove it over towards the gas station, where he fueled it, and drove it back around towards the gunstore, taking what he can or what he thought was useful for what he needed, and drove off into Louisville. With the supplies he had, he knew he was prepped for the upcoming days.
Reaching the checkpoint, he was struck with shock and despair. There's.. No one here. No living, thinking human being. Only those... Things, these 'remnants'. Quickly, he gathered his own losses, driving into the checkpoint after clearing the pathway for his van and came across a grey truck. He could use this. It was in better condition.
Though deciding to be a nomad for a few days, he quickly found an autoshop that had pretty good defense with it, and so he declared it as his home and safehouse. The only problem were the remnants around him, and so, he cleared it out.
The safehouse that he had found as his home was near a surplus, which then he could go over and take whatever there was, including the military gear that was included in there. There was even a Ham radio and a cot. It was better than whatever the hell he was sleeping on.
A few days after the power went out, he had decided to clear out a infested apartment, only for him to be trapped and mauled to death. The last few things he had done was write into a journal.
