The search for other survivors was fruitless, but Albert Newman began to scout further and further afield for supplies. St. Helier's was situated next to a police station, a sure place to find weapons and survival gear, but the station's entrances had been heavily barricaded.
Albert eventually struck gold in a junkyard to the south. Rummaging through the heaps of trash, he picked up a slim length of pipe-- a crude weapon at best, but effective against zombies. Albert was about to make the journey back to St. Helier's when he spotted a rusty jerry can hidden under a shredded tire. Even better, it was still half-full of fuel.
In the zombie apocalypse, fuel meant life-- electricity, communications, vehicles, and more. Albert Newman returned home in silent triumph, a spark of brightness in grey-walled Shackleville.
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