Snippet #1989261

Jonathan stared into the microscope. "Still nothing." He had been looking at the same two sample for three hours straight now, trying to find any kind of differences between a normal plant and a contaminated one. His wrist watch started beeping and he looked up, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I guess i that means dinner". He stood up and walked over to what used to be the kitchen, now it was just a storage room for all the canned and freeze-dried food that he had managed to gather during the first week he had spent in the apartment.

He took a can of beens and walked over to the windows, they had been covered with planks but had a small slot that he could look out trough, he had hung three layers of drapes over each window to make sure that no light maid it out, because nothing says survivor like lit up windows in a town where light is almost nonexistent. The apartment was on the fourth floor which have him a excellent view of the street below. He saw a infected walking down the middle of the road, but he wasn't worried. Even if the infected would somehow figure out that he was up there it would take at least ten of them to knock down the apartments strengthened door, and theirs not even room for that many in the stairwell.

He mumbled trough his plan again: "I have enough food for about a month, i have made sure that this apartment is almost impenetrable to the infected and i managed to retrieve enough equipment and samples from my truck to keep myself busy for the next seven months, now all i have to worry about is the possibility of other survivors, although they'll probably be to concerned about escaping the infected to even try looking up here."
He smiled and walked back to his desk. "I might actually survive this."