When Billy had received the news about the virus, he had set about preparing. Locking food away, preparing to boil water if necessary, and listening for any intrusion in the walls. He didn't consider himself the best combatant for actually doing the killing at the moment.

But he needed to secure a part. He ran to the junkyard, seizing a pipe, and retreated...but too late. He was already drawn into battle with a zombie rabbit, swiping at it---his tridents, while useful in many other ways, were not the best weapons for attacking rabbits. He really needed a gun or some other projectile weapon. What he wouldn't give for his old Blade Blaster right now.

Next project! If he lived, of course. For now, it was time to keep running and hoping.