Apartments

A front door to an apartmant burst open and for a moment you could see the moonlight outside but just as quickly as it was bashed open it slammed shut again,
An aged looking man had his back to the door and was puffing and panting out of breath, there was a few bangs on the door it shook a few times then the room fell silent apart from the man trying to catch his breath,
After a few moments of silence the man pulled away from the door and started taking in his surroundings he was in a thin corridor with a staircase at the opposite end,
The room was only lit by one flickering dim light.

The mans stomachs began to grumble he had not eaten today he walked to the stairs and began to climb to the 1st floor.

Climbing the last step the man arrived on the first floor there was not a single sound coming out of the building it was an creepy silence it goosebumps apeared up the mans arms as he thought of the things that could be hiding here.
He saw the first apartment door it was slightly ajar so he aproached it slowly grabbing the baseball bat from his back and pushing the door open with it. The room inside the door looked like a bomb had hit it it had been trashed he slowly walked in and started moving toward the kitchen one step at a time.

The man was now in the kitchen looking through the fridge it only contained 1 box of milk looking at the date on the box he decided to leave it where it was. Putting his baseball bat down on the kitchen worktop he began looking through the cubboards, they were empty he had one more to check in he opens it and inside was a box of cerial it had not even been touched he could not beleive his luck.

Rippin the box open he begand stuffing it in his mouth, Once satisfied he sealed the box and put it into his backpack zipping it closed.
There was a sudden sound of movement comin from behind the man and he spun around pcking up his baseball bat behind him was 3 closed doors and a living room he could see nothing it must be in one f the rooms whatever it was.

He stood staring at the doors for a while but there was just silence again he had no idea where this sound had come from.

"We DO have to go"
The man gripped my hand and ran. I hardly had time to grab my guitar and pack before he darted into a boarded up apartment building. It seemed safe enough to me but the guy kept a gun stretched out in front of him pointing it around corners and keeping allert as we raced up some stairs. From behind me I heard a girl yell but I was to busy keeping up with the man. I felt my the butt of my dad's shotgun hitting my lower back. I was already out of breath when the man kicked a door open then pulled me into the apartment. He kicked the door shut still his gun out before him. He let go of my hand. I didn't realize how rough and dry his hands were. His hand was so warm though, a warm that made me feel safe.

I slid my heavy pack of my back and let it hit the ground, probably not the best having a shotgun in there. It was empty anyway. I gently placed my guitar against the wall where no harm could come of it. I watched as the man could out from one of the rooms of the two bedroom apartment. He looked at me and spoke "It's safe" before he tured to stare openly at a brown leather rechining chair in one of the corners of what I thought would be the living room.

"I enjoy the simple things, Hayley. This is one of them" he said before lowering himself into the chair.

He looked so comfortable, I thought that I would leave him there for a moment to relax. He seemed like he needed it. I looked around the room. The place was a dump. Garbage everywhere, stacks of pizza boxes in everycorner. The smell was even worse, like rotting fruit, meat and dairy products mixed together on a hot summers day. I gagged a little. "Where do you want me to start? I've seen it all, kid" the man said from his chair.

"Well, What the hell is going on here? What were those things out there? Why were they trying to kill me?" I waited for him to speak "oh....and I don't even know your name but thank you again for saving me."

There was a long pause between us and I yeard to reach for my guitar. I actually looked over at it for a second before plopping down on the couch. What a mess...

Walking towards the first of the 3 doors the man had his baseball bat ready to swing he quickly pushed the first door open it was empty he kicked the second door open again empty the 3rd door was slightly ajar he extended his bat out in front of him and nudged it open and there it was a can sitting in a bath looking pretty calm and sleeping.
“Hey little guy what you doing in here?”
the cat stretched its limbs out waking its self up and it looked up at the man opening its eyes,
looking into the cats eyes the man stumbled back, it had pure black eyes and looked almost demonic, The cat started hissing and launched at the man quickly holding the bat in front of his face the cat hit into the bat and he pushed it across the room and the cat landed in a sink.
The man span around and leapt out of the room closing the door behind him.

A horrid sound of screaming and scratching was coming from the other side of the door.
The man just sighed and grabbed his back pack and left the room and started climbing up the stairs until he reached the top and found himself on the roof he walked to the edge and sat down feet dangling off the edge.
“Isn’t there anybody still alive out here?”

Danny jumped when the loudspeaker came on. It slowly processed in his head as he brought his gun down and peeked between the boards nailed into the windows, trying to find the source of the voice. He couldn't find it.
"Fucking shit."
He ignored the woman and sat back down in the La-Z-Boy, rubbing his eyes with his empty hand. He took a deep breath and drew a map from his pocket, which was wrinkling and beginning to tear. He studied it a bit, laying his Glock in his lap, and looking along the lines of the local map. He shook his head.
"St. John's isn't here. There's St. Sebastian and St. Francis, but no St. John. I think the hospital might be in the next town, in Reddick. I think they copied a message and are blasting it in the cities around Reddick, whoever they are. Might be military, might be anyone. Either way, we should hunker down tonight and head out in the morning. I own...." He thought about the statement. His language was very important. He was to set an example, even through proper grammar based on present situations. "I co-owned a gun shop downtown. We can go there tomorrow and maybe hit a supermarket for the trip, if there's anything left worth getting."
He bit his lip. He was thinking and stood silent for awhile, then looked back up at the other two.
"I hope we won't kill each other before we get a chance to learn names."

The gun was heavier than I thought. It looked huge in my hands. I nodded up at Sami "Thank you."

I knew only a little about my dads shotgun, how was I supposed to defend myself against those people out there. Now I had to worry about these people, they had helped me and now I had to somehow keep these people alive to. I hadn't even fully comprehended what the hell was going on. I took my shotgun away from the man when he handed it back to me then sat down on the couch leaning my shotgun beside me. The handgun was loaded, I checked the magazine when Sami handed it to me.

Then sun had already set behind the large building of the city and the screams and moans somehow had gotten louder. This was horrible. I ran my hand through my hair then pulled it back into a low ponytail. Even if I wanted to sleep the moans would keep me up all night. Riddick seemed a long ass way from here. "What's the plan?" I asked turning to the man, "Tomorrow wer are going to have to get up early if we stay to long then those people might find us. Where is this gun shop?"

I watched Sami lay down on the floor. She was older than be and obviously had been through a lot more than I had. She looked like one of those kids at my old high school who bullied other kids. Other kids...wait did that guy say this was Todd Seyton's place. I knew his brother Mark. We dated for a litte bit before he broke up with me. I don't really remember why...maybe 'I wouldn't do it with him' thing. He was a nice guy other than that. We really liked each other. We also just grew apart, I had music and he was really into sports. He was going to play basketball in college. After highschool we never really talked. I wish I had.

For some reason I had my guitar in my hands before I could even think. My fingers ran over the nylon strings, they were soft under my colloused finger tips. Years of playing when into this guitar. It had got me through some rough times. When my grandparents died, my first failed relationship, when my old dog Bach died. Bach was a good dog, bad name. My family let me name him and I was really into German classical music at the time. It was either that or Beethoven and that name wasn't right for him. I quietly plucked the strings playing a melody that had been running through my head. This was right, a peace in the moans and screams of the city.

My fingers started shaking. I was playing my guitar in the most horrible state I had ever been in. One contrasting the other. I stopped finding that both the man and Sami were asleep. I better let them sleep in silence. I put my guitar back in it's case and picked up the gun I had put beside me. It was heavy and cold in my hand. I prefered my dad's shotgun to this peice of metal in my hand. But this had bullets and my dad's had nothing in it. Maybe when we got to that gun shop I could grab a bunch of shells so I could use it. Ugh, I didn't really want to use it but I also didn't want Sami or the man to die, or myself.

I looked over at the door. It was the only thing separtating us from those crazed people out there. Before long I heard some steps from the other room. I stood to see if anyone had been here and was just hiding from us. Just as I found the corner a tall dark man stood facing the wall. It was Todd! He was dead! What the hell? I tried to keep quiet as Todd just looked at the wall and clawed at it will his fingers. He was missing a few. Blood drenched his torn up clothes. I thought he had shot himself. He had a gun and a cross, he commited suicide! Why was he walking? I gasped seeing as he looked over at me. His loud foot steps didn't wake the others. A hand clamped down hard on my shoulder, shit Todd. He pushed me down on the ground and his weight pinned me there. Todd didn't look anything at all like I remembered him. His sandy hair was matted, his face seemed to be falling off of the bone. His eyes, oh god his eyes. They were pure red. No pupil, no iris, just blood red. I managed to get one hand free and grip the gun that had falled beside me. It took all I had to get Todd from tearing a piece out of me. I screamed loud enought that anyone could hear it. Todd was trying to bite me. With the rotten, jagged teeth he used to sneer at me. Before I could think I let Todd bite down on the gun and everything went black when I heard a bang. I pulled the triggar....

I walked around my small barricaded apartment on the 3rd floor. "What am I going to do?" I said, talking to myself. I went to the kitchen cabinets and opened them again to check. "No food...NO NO NO!" I shouted as I stomped my foot on the floor. "I can't go out there again there's hundreds of them out there." I mumbled to myself. I walked towards the window and peered outside at the street. "Not as many as yesterday" I said. I walked to the couch and grabbed a fire axe, a roll of bandages and my pistol.

As I walked down the hallway, gripping the handle of the axe tighter than anything I had ever held, I began to feel safer than I had in a few days. I slowly but surely walked down the hallway and I could see the stairs. One of the doors in the hallway swung open and a man stumbled out. I reached for my pistol and held it up. The man turned around and his eyes were glazed over with the sickness that gripped the city. I released the safety and pulled the trigger to a click. I looked at the gun and realized my mistake. "I forgot the clip!" I thought. The man ran at me with that irrational rage in his eyes. It was like looking deep into a mans soul and seeing no reason but just pure instinct. I dropped my gun and grabbed my axe to swing it. Lifted up I brought it down to crack the mans skull but he tackled me before it reached its target. He was trying to bite me with one hand I held him back and with another I used my free fist to beat him about the side of the head. It seemed like hours futilely pounding but finally he fell over. I sat up and grabbed my axe and stood up. I reached down and grabbed my pistol when another of the bastards jumped on top of me and toppled me over. On my back again, Fed up I swung my axe and hit it with the blunt end of the axe. I stood up as it stumbled backwards. I swung the axe and hit its shoulder and it screamed. I yanked the axe from its place in its shoulder and it came at me again with its left arm dangling by it's side. I swung and finally hit. It's head was halfway severed by the neck, it fell down and sputtered blood from it's mouth all over the floor. I stepped over it and ran back to my apartment.

I turned around and locked my door and re-barricaded it. I walked to the couch and laid down. I grabbed the clip for the pistol on the coffee table and loaded my gun. Slowly my eyes grew heavy. As I was just about to doze off I heard shuffling in the bathroom. My eyes shot open and I stood up. I grabbed my stuff once again unbarricaded the door and closed it quietly. I walked down the hall and to the staircase and started down the stairs...

My truck was attacked by thugs, they smashed it to hell, but I got them back, shot the leaders friends, then broke his legs and put some zombie bait on him. Now its getting dark, this is the time when the infected go hunting. I decided to take shelter in the apartments.