Seven-Eleven, California, Orange County

Quince grabbed some food and drinks and head off. He grabbed a random metal bar, and looked around for some zombies. Quince realized the world is now broken. Bandits, Looters, and more threat lurk around. This wasn't just a normal infection. This is an infection of people's thinking. This is corrupting the world and the governments. Quince stared at his wristwatch, 11:15 AM. He walked down the road. He walked down and saw a church. He hid behind a rock, and stared at the church. It was well barricaded, and two men in masks were guarding it. Quince ran straight for a guard, and slammed him on the head, and grabbing his gun, shot the other guard.

The Bandit Leader put back her mask on. She then turned on her voice enhancer. A deep voice came out of the mask. "What is going on?"

Quince rushed in, smashing the guard on the left, and shooting another on his right. "Die! DIE!" Quince smashed The Bandit Leader's legs.

She stumbled down, her mask falling off. "Ah!" Quince looked at the Bandit Leader. 

"Dawn?"