Snippet #1014020

3rd Person - Ian walked cautiously through the alley scanning windows, streets, everything. He saw no movement, but he could hear those "things" moaning. He walked with his gun drawn and with the safety off. It was still light enough to see, so no flashlight. He continued to walk through the alley until he reached a fire escape. "Zombies can't fucking climb" he thought as he tucked his gun in his belt and put his foot in the first rung of the ladder. He continued his long climb up the side of the building when he noticed something in the street. A person. Running. The person went into the library and closed the big doors. "Hm, another day" he thought as he continued his climb. He reached the top of the fire escape and decided to stay there the night.

1st person - I took off my pack and looked at the library. Another person, climbing. "Maybe I should try and get in there. No, I climbed all the way up here, I'll go tomorrow" I thought as he sat down. My stomach rumbled as I reached into the backpack and took out a pack of beef jerky and had a few pieces. I decided to pop in my Zune, and fell asleep for a few minutes. A while later I awoke the the beautiful serenade of birds chirping and the undead moaning. Well, at least it was good to know that the animals still lived uninfected. I had a breakfast of more beef jerky and some water with Kool-aid powder in it for some flavor. I packed up my bag, and decided to get into the library somehow. I needed something that packed a bigger punch than this little 9mm.

I saw a door on the roof of a conjoining building. I pulled myself and my pack up to the building, drew my gun and opened the door. Quiet. I love the quiet these days. It looked to be an apartment building. Maybe I can get some more supplies. I walked down the hallways checking doors, all were locked. I walked up to the last one on the floor. 515. It creaked open. The lights were still on; there was blood all over the floor. I don't like this at all. I walked with my gun at the ready. I dropped my pack on the floor in entryway. I heard moaning. I kicked open the master bedroom door! Clear. Now the guest! Clear. Now the bathroom! Clear. I was beginning to think that there was nothing here when the door in front of me crashed down and an undead man lay on the door beginning to stand. I put a bullet in his head. I knew that only headshots kill. Yeah, I read the Zombie Survival Guide. What of it? I searched the rooms. Fuck, I'm lucky. I found a full bottle of Vicodin, a pump action shotgun with 2 boxes of ammo, and a few bottles of whiskey. I took all of those along with another first aid kit, and more medicine. "RAHHHH" I heard. Spinning around I saw another zombie. "Where did you come from?" I said to myself as I pulled the trigger. I went to grab my bag when I saw a horrible sight. At least 50 zombies in the hallway coming at me. "Fuck me!" I yelled at I closed and bolted the door shut. I grabbed whatever I could to barricade it. I opened the window, slung my newly acquired shotgun over my shoulder and took off my bag. I climbed from window sill to window sill with only one hand, as my other one had my bag in it. I couldn't get any farther down. I kicked open a window and went in. The door was locked, the lights were off, and there was no moaning, but I still wasn't safe. "Help!" I yelled out the window. Hoping beyond hope that someone in the library would hear me.