Snippet #2086250

I would approach the edge of the town from the forest. Pressed to a tree, my breathing silent and calm as I peek around it, through the tree line. Several brick buildings. Some crumbling, the nearest wall with several bullet holes. The moans of the undead were unnerving. Having lived in this world though, for years. You learned to keep nerve in the midst of unnerving elements. A few zombies lumbered around, most stood in place. I counted eight. They didn't lie when they said that the town was crawling with the things.

It was hard to believe these were people once. Loved and cared for. So I took precautions. I turned, with delicate steps. I did my best to avoid noise, pulling my hunting knife from the sheathe at my belt. The first turned and moaned. Looking at me, but not really looking at me. It's eyes white and milky. Flesh hung from it's body and it was balding. A tall man, it'd once been, caucasian. I waited silently. The other's hadn't yet sensed me. Moments passed, it's movements slow. Painfully slow.

It was upon me suddenly, my eyes never left it's eyes. It reached out to grab me, and I silently dodged beneath it's extended arms as I stepped in. I planted my right leg at the man's thigh. Rising to the right and grabbing the man at the rotting bicep of his left arm I'd push him gently away as I brought the knife up and brought the blade down. Severing his brain stem. I held it there, helping the man drop. It was quiet as I could pull off and him being so close. The rest hadn't yet caught my scent.