I looked ahead and saw the opaque lifeless town; I sat upon the grass and stared toward where the now lifeless streets are. I knew I wouldn’t last long without water, it had been a whole day without liquid of any sort and this new town held promise. I proceeded down the street and into a delicatessen; I ran my hand over the dusty counter and down the glass that once held the various meats.
I placed down my rucksack and pulled myself over the counter and into the storage room. It had horrible odor emitting from within, and then I heard it at first a low growling like a dog, then a loud screeching like a banshee. I pulled out my knife, a small kitchen cleaver and edged my head over the counter, it was a walker.
Id escaped them before this one was guarding the exit straddling the threshold of the shop. Thoughts ran though my head I knew if I was to kill it I’d have to stab it in the brain… the only way. But that would involve me being able to get close enough to the monster to actually get that killing blow, before he got me.
My gun was on the other side of the counter in the bag, already loaded. I decide to go for it. The walker stepped close to me and I kicked it back retrieved my gun and unloaded one round in his head enough to kill him. Then it hit me. The noise…
I ran to the street to see that there were walkers coming from every direction coming from shops, from homes, from cars “damn” I said under my breath as I back against the shop wall and edged myself into the alleyway, trying to escape from sight, if they even had sight. I hurried down the alley and into a storage shed for one of the stores, from what the contents were I assumed it was a hardware store. The man who must’ve owned this bossiness left in a hurry to not lock his door.
I heard them coming my way; I pulled up a board and slammed it against the door the lock was on the outside so I was going to lock them out with boards. I stood next to the door and began boarding it up with a hammer and some nails I had found.
I stood back and saw my completed work… “that should hold” I said to myself.  FOR NOW!

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