Snippet #1769619

Fredrick Venkel
Day Six
Downtown - Random Residence

He'd been moving through the mostly empty streets for some time now and hadn't come across anything. No survivors, no undead. It was still pretty early but he was sure, at least for the undead, that time wasn't much of an issue. All the home's he'd been by looked ransacked and/or possibly housing the dead. He didn't have much of in the ways of food this morning and the last time he'd really eaten something was before this started. The sun was still above him and he was starting to feel the gnawing of hunger once more already.

He was starting to think about things when he heard a low moaning. He froze in place listening. It was coming from the direction he was heading. Which made since he'd already been close to a busy area when he'd first fled. His intent since leaving the store after having come out of his initial shock was to leave the city. But he knew for a fact that the kitchen where he worked still had some things he could use. But he wasn't going to make it that far yet so he'd settled to hit the first anything he seen.

He would have turned back and just gone the other way if at that same moment he hadn't seen the house sitting there just at the end of the street. It was gated and the iron fence gate was still closed. That could mean a few things but he knew that it had to have something. At the thought of food his stomach twisted in a knot. He'd gone sometime before without eating in his first two months here but not like this.

Forgetting about the moaning he quickly made his way down the street. It remained empty up until he passed the corner and seen them out the corner of his eye. It was too late though the damage had been done. There were two rotters fumbling around a bus stop shelter when they detected him as he passed into open space.

Panic instantly kicked in as he dashed forward to the iron fence gate. Adrenaline running through him he scaled the fence with suprising ease and threw himself over the edge of it hitting the ground with a hard crash. As he rolled to a stop he could see the two corpses slam into the gate and it creak in resistance.

Picking himself up he patted himself down in a quick check of all his limbs and turned around in time to see the dog staring him down snarling. He backpeddled almost into the clutches of the corpses as the chain the dog was on stopped at it's length. Just inches from the clutches of the dead as they swiped at him through the bars and from becoming a chew toy by the guard dog on his other side.

Great job, buddy. He thought to himself as he inched along to the other side of the yard. He could see the house did indeed look untouched by both the living or the dead since hopefully the start of this. Maybe a little longer. The house itself wasn't much different then the other crappy houses in the neighborhood but this one's owner must of had a privacy problem.

After inching his way towards the house staying just outside of the dog's range and the zombies for while they could follow him along the outside of the fence. He was on the small stone slab that was the porch peering in the small glass window. He couldn't see anything as it was dark inside but there wasn't anything moving around from what he could tell.

He did a once over the outside of the house first making sure it was indeed sealed. It was so there he was standing just inside the front door. He'd kicked it open so he had his steak knife out just waiting for something to come running at him from somewhere inside.

He stood there silently waiting as the dog behind him was still going nuts. Between himself and the zombies he wondered who it was really barking at anymore. Nothing ever came so he closed the door the best it would behind him and began ransacking.