It was relatively quiet before Richard heard a plan overhead. It seemed to drop something as it flew past the island. It must have been another supply crate they take to dropping, though they really should work on trying to evacuate us rather than feed us. The decent of the far away object seemed to slow as it disappeared out of sight. How far away was he from that crate? Could he get there before others did?
Then the moaning started, they were drawn out by the noise of the plane. Now that crate was less of a blessing and more of a curse. He quickly made a dash backwards trying to avoid all the zombies shambling their way towards where they thought they heard the noise.
Crap, Crap, Crap
Richard turned the corner only to be greeted by another group of curious monsters. They went from quietly wandering to loudly screaming for their next meal. Richard turned back around the corner to see that the zombies he initially wanted to avoid had found themselves walking in his direction, effectively trapping him between two groups of zombies. He immediately ran back into the building he just came out of, instinctively trying to close the door even though there was no way to actually close it. He ran up the stairs and went into a nearby room instead of the closet he found refuge in the night before.
When he got into the room he saw how the room was completely empty. Why was it empty, did people actually want to save their furniture? Maybe some lucky souls moved right before this thing happened.
Stop, it doesn’t matter
The zombies were banging at the door, there was no time to think about how or why. He looked around for something to use but there was nothing, but still there had to be something he could do here. The door began do creak and break from the monsters just outside. He ran up to the only window, opened it and pushed the screen out into the street below. It was a straight two story drop onto hard concrete.
Then there was a crash, all the zombies came pouring into the room, screaming and wailing for flesh. There was to ways to go about this and only one would let him survive. Richard gritted his teeth, braced himself and jumped out the window.
He hit the floor and immediately fell to his back; there was a pain in both legs but a much sharper one in his right leg. He tried getting up but and walking but his leg didn’t allow him to do such things with ease. It would now seem that Richard needed that crate more than he thought he did now. He limped as fast as he could out of the living area and towards where he saw the crate fall.
**Injuries: Fracture, sprained ankle