Making a makeshift spear isn't hard. First find a hard, but sharp and pointy, triangular shaped object. Second, find something the triangle shaped object can be attached to. Third find a way to attach said triangle piece to other piece.

Simple, right? Wrong. If you make a spear like Chance is making, you'll probably die in most combat scenarios.

The spear that Chance formed was simple. A plastic pipe from god knows where was cut using a very sharp shard of glass. Then, a thick sharp piece of glass was added to the slot that had been cut in the pipe. Twine made from duct tape then was wrapped around the entire pipe until it covered the slot where the glass had been attached. Next twine was wrapped over the glass, diagonally in an X pattern to provide stability. The spear itself was ugly beyond belief. The durability of the make shift weapon would only last until Chance could create a stone flake spear head with a bone handle version later. The barbarism within his young mind was influenced with the thought to scour protection.

Chance kept the spear which was as long as his fore arm, and began to exit the store. He scarfed down the food he previously had found and didn't concern himself with the remaining litter in the broken convenience store. As he approached the shattered door, Chance felt light wash over his skin. His breathing was subtly influenced, becoming longer and more relaxed, as the piercing rays of sunlight quenched his skin.

"Life is about making do with the situations thrown at you," Chance uttered to himself. "You need ingenuity to continue to thrive."

Callousness that came from the flames of the soul slowly crept into the young man's eyes. A dim, milky, white glint could be seen swaying gently in the pupil of the boy. Unbeknownst to him, Chance had stepped on the true path of evolution within this world. Chance made the conviction to control his fate, rather than succumb to it, when he resisted the call of death during the previous night. And, the universe rewards those who are fit to be rewarded.

Stepping out of the door, Chance liberated himself of his previous persona. Chance embraced his luck at surviving the initial stages of the apocalypse, and walked on oblivious to fortune near by. Though, in his conviction he had left behind a gem of the ages. As shining beneath the rubble near the door, was another survivor's dead body that held a backpack filled with supplies and two machete, one long slightly bent and one short and thick, underneath the body.