Survival in the Apocalypse

I opened the fridge, took out a bag of bread, and tore open the packaging. As the food filled my stomach and its fragrant taste lingered between my teeth, I let out a long breath. Outside, the sunlit streets were deserted. It was the thirtieth day since the zombie virus outbreak, and the military rescue team was due to arrive soon. For the sake of hope and the future, I had to set out for the rescue point designated by the military.