Snippet #1012922

Keith looked at the convenience store, his stomach growling a second time. "God, dammit... I need to make a break for it," he said quietly to himself. He started jogging towards the store. As he jogged toward it he noticed a person moving to the other side of the street, whether it was a male or female he could not tell. He couldn't tell if it was a zombie, either, but it didn't seem like one; it was moving faster than one.

Not wanting to take a chance, he crouched and hurried over behind a car. He peered out from behind his cover, the person had just made it to the other side of the street. Now he could not tell where the person was. He stood up and continued to jog, but he moved to the sidewalk where the person had gone. He pressed his back up against a wall and peered around the corner, his trip to the store was going to have to wait. He saw the person continue behind the corner.

Keith crouched as he scurried to cover behind the building the person had gone behind. He could not tell if the human was walking or, it looked like when he had saw him or her, crouching, anymore. He looked behind him, due to the extreme sense someone is always watching you when you are in a dangerous area, and saw a couple zombies. Dammit!!! Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! There are some in the street... I'll need to be careful... god dammit.

He looked back behind the corner, and took a leap of faith, hoping the person wouldn't see him. He pressed his back to the other side of the building, swiveling on his feet. He was lucky, the person had gone inside a building. There was a sign at the top of the building, it read: N RS L BR Y. most of the letters have fallen enough. It was probably due to the missiles that had struck, or bad shots that had, somehow, knocked the letters off.Though, the letters weren't on the ground.

He wasn't going to bother thinking about it any longer, it's not like it matters. He could put two-and-two together and realize it used to be a library, though. He jogged over to the building, just as the door closed behind the person. He wasn't going to take the chance of opening the door and alerting the person, for all he knew the person could have gone crazy. He looked up and saw a few windows, perhaps he could climb up, crawl into the building from a window, and then study the person.

He looked around for some footholds, and found an indent in the building. He placed one foot inside the area and pushed himself up, pieces of cement crumbling from under his foot; like a gray rain shower. Instinctively he grabbed onto the area above him without looking, and luckily, grabbed hold of another area of crumbling away cement. His hand slipped slightly, but he regained his strength and held on. He hoisted himself up with the hand he held on with, the other arm hanging by his side, and swung his other arm up and away from his waist and onto another handhold and placed his foot on the area where his other hand was, letting the other hand fall by his side.

He was about a foot away from the nearest window, there was only two boards on the window. He could either rip them away, or use them to hold onto and then rip off. He was going to hold onto them and then rip them off, though, why barricade the windows on the second story? Zombies didn't seem like they could climb, maybe they could. How could he know? He pulled himself up, grabbing hold of the ledge he was holding onto with his other hand. He looked behind him and onto the ground, seeing how far he was from the ground. Oh, crap. That is a far way down, if I fall I die. Oh crap, oh crap. But if I fell it wouldn't be as bad as being eaten, He thought.

After that thought he decided not to think about his death any longer. He pushed himself up and put his other foot, which was dangling, next to his other foot. Then he pushed off and grabbed hold of a board with one hand, and the other above it with his other, moving his feet up to where his hands previously were. Time seemed to slow down as something, that seemed as if he might die, happened.

One plank of wood gave away and fell to the ground below, making dirt rise around it. A pack of zombies, about seven of them, came around the corner just as the plank hit the wood. The zombie that he had seen before he rounded the corner came around the other corner. He looked at the seven zombies, then back at the lone zombie. The glance he took at the seven showed they were just dragging their feet. The other zombie, which was closer to the building, dragged itself just below him.

The seven zombies dragged themselves around the other zombies and bent their limp heads back, to look at him. He didn't look at them for another second, and ripped off the last plank, throwing it down into the crowd, and grabbing onto the ledge. He pulled himself into the building and took out his revolver, which he had previously put back in his back pocket before climbing. He peered out the window and watched the zombies. They were just bumping into each other,and walking into the side of the building like they were going to get in, somehow.