Fuck this crap. You can't stand it in here anymore. You are bored and listless and restless. You need action. It would be better to steal a car and get the fuck out of the city then to wait in here growing a beard. Searching the apartment you find a back pack. You load it up with bottled water, candy bars and a couple bagged sandwiches you made. You open the apartment door. No one is the hallway, that's a good sign. You go down the stairs. Nothing here also. You are on the bottom floor and there's no sign of zombies still. Looking out the window you see nothing but empty streets in what looks like a war zone. What the hell?