I started off with 1 quest in mind, make it to the prison. I grabbed what useful stuff was in my house (grape soda & a kitchen knife) and began my journey out the back door. Turning the corner to view the next house I'm immediately jumped by a zombie and bitten on the left forearm. I run and trip as I guess the neighbors were having a party and everyone wanted a piece of me. After running for what seems like forever, I was free to loot houses with only a few zombies straggling behind. Where is it, where is it?!? THUD THUD THUD. Finally at the fourth house I found my answer, time was running out. I locked myself in the upper bathroom and pulled out the garden saw. I was not prepared but what else could I do? I sawed off my left arm at the elbow and bandaged myself up with torn sheets. My legs and hand were scratched, I was bad shape. I spent the night there and found my way into the police station the next morning. After retiring a few officers with my metal pipe I began raiding the armory. The door didn't stand a chance against my poor carpentry skill and disassembled after a long 1 handed labor. Door 2, fuck. Eventually I got in and was gifted with a motherload of weapons and parts. I spent some time figuring out how to change attachments and for what guns. Finally I had a rifle with an 8x scope, fiberglass stock, padding, and something else. Time to test out my new baby. Pulling it out from my backpack I immediately drop the gun and stand in horror realizing I need two hands. Fearing I spent the whole in game day for nothing I grab my Shotgun. It clatters to the ground. All I had was my trusty 9m pistol and a bloody nub. Losing my arm and uselessly robbing a police station was not what I had planned but that's the apocalypse for you.