Snippet #843393

Caden took his chair from the table and set it up next to the window. Grabbing his rifle, he sat down and cleaned off the scope. "Let's see what meat we have today." He set his rifle up on the windowsill, then peered through the scope. Spotting a zombie he lined up the shot, held his breath and fired. The bullet went straight through it's brain. "Bulls eye." This was his regular routine for several days, lucky to have enough ammunition. He knew one day he would have to leave, but he never thought about it. Spotting another one, he aimed down his scope, lined up his shot and fired. The zombie fell to the floor. "Where's some help when you need it." After a few minutes of waiting and seeing no more, and put his rifle down and put the chair back. He went to his fridge and looked at what was inside. "Beef. Why do I have so much beef, not the good kind but lunch beef, what was I thinking." He took out a package and sat down on his couch, eating the beef.

He grabbed his remote and turned on his TV. Nothing but snow. "What kind of life am I leaving behind when I die? No one will know if I'm dead or one of those things. It's time I did something, no more hiding, and if I die I'm taking this place with me." He quickly stood up, trying not to drop his only food source, and ran to his closet. He grabbed an old looking backpack and opened all the zippers. He ran back to his fridge and grabbed all his beef and put it in. Then he ran to his ammo supply and grabbed as many bullets as he could. "I'll need something in case I can't shoot them from afar." He grabbed one of his non-serrated knives and the case and knife tied around his waist. Before he left, he went back to his closet. He looked around for a second and grabbed his most prized possession, his only friend alive, his stuffed teddy bear that kept his safe when he was a child and would do the same now. Opening the window to the fire escape, he looked back, knowing he wouldn't be coming back and his life started anew right now. "This is it. I don't know what to say, but I hope I see in the afterlife." He directed that to the picture of his picture of him and his girlfriend, holding each other close and smiling.

He climbed out the window and went down the fire escape, trying not to make much noise. When he got down, he carefully walked down the alleyway, seeing if there were any zombies there. Seeing none, he turned the corner and started walking down the sidewalk staying alert.