Rapunzel (Horror Story By Creed) Chapter 2

Rick was submerged into a world of total chaos which used to be San Francisco. To his left, a house that had once belonged to his neighbor, to his right, a yard full of slain “monsters.”
He walked down the steps to his car. The nearest Military EP was about seven miles away, set up around “Fort Winfield Scott.”
Rick unlocked his Landrover Defender and put his daughter into her car seat. He closed her door and got into his. “How terrible a thing for a four year old girl to have to grow up like this.” He thought.
It was only week three of the strange infection that had taken over most of California, Colorado and Arizona., and so far no military actions had been taken to wipe it out. At least for what the public new.
He drove down his street and ended up at a broken traffic light. As he looked around in front of the car he spied a flock of crows feeding on a dead “monster.”
Rick drove through town, by a Mexican Restaurant who’s staff had been served enchilada style, then by a bank which had probably already been looted. Every once in a while he would see a survivor being chased or a pack of infected feeding on an unlucky animal or maybe even a human.
Eventually he came upon a group of infected fighting. He remembered the news reporter reporting on the unusual behavior of the infected. The characteristics were, at least as Rick remembered, were as follows;
Extremely aggressive
Slow witted
Normally slow (physically)
When in need of nourishment, they will feed on any “meat,” including humans
If there is not a substantial supply of “nourishment” within 1 mile, they will turn on each other.
Pack Mentality: Where one is, more will follow
As soon as the thought passed Rick’s mind the infected noticed him. He could not chance leading this big of a group to the Military EP. Unless he wanted to put more people at risk, he had one choice. He drew his revolver, cocked it back, and counted how many infected there were.
“One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven.” Rick said in a low whisper.
Rick drove about twenty feet away from the mob. They were slow, very slow. He stepped out of his car and closed the door.
He brought up his magnum, held his breath, and fired.
The bullet ripped through the air with a hiss, followed by a fleshy sound and a bloody “explosion.”
“One”
He raised his revolver yet again, and pulled the trigger. Another hiss, another bloody mess.
“Two”
“Three”
“Four”
“Five”
“Six”
Rick reloaded a single shell into his cylinder, and walked towards the final infected. The infected moaned, and he raised his revolver.
The final shot was one of a satisfaction only one can know through the pain of loss. The infected’s head exploded. Blood ruptured from the lifeless neck as it slumped over.
Walking back to his car, he waved to his daughter and she responded in kind.
Rick opened the door to his black SUV and got in.

Wow, it's pretty good man. I reminds me of 28 Days/Weeks Later a lot

It sounds somewhat like, "I am Legend" and a story my friends wrote, pretty much the same idea. There was an unknown infection spreading, throughout the world, and a few civilians ended up trying to fight it off. Instead of it being in one part of the country though it was world wide.

Anyways I liked it.