Age: 21
You're near the center of the city, and it's a long convoluted mess to head out. The roads are clogged with wrecked cars, blood stains painting a picture of what happened when you try to escape that way. When you begin to look around, you don't see any zombies, but that's no promise that they're not there. Thinking back, you try to recall where you are, realizing that any shop you can think of you could likely find. Off the top of your head, you know there's hardware, grocery, general goods, and sporting goods stores within a mile or so of where you are now.