Timothy Grey's Story

The steady knocking brought Timothy out of his daze he looked at the clock "Damn It's 7:00 A.M. already" he muttered rubbing his eyes. The knocking started back up again but this time a louder or so it seemed. "Timothy are you awake yet?" asked his uncle through the wooden door causing his voice to sound slightly muffled. "Yes uncle Randy" said Timothy while getting up out of his computer seat to stretch. Randy taking that as permission to open the door did. The first thing Randy noticed was the empty pizza box and the two empty soda bottles on the computer table "Timothy did you stay up all night again?" asked his as he walked up and moved the computer mouse. Causing the sleep mode to end and the computer to display a paused screen to Skyrim.

"You know staying up all night isn't healthy right?" asked Randy while sitting down and unpausing the screen. "Yeah you've told me at least 3 times a week" said Timothy sarcastically. Randy taking a deep breath and slightly chocking on the sour smell of the teenagers room "Timothy would you mind opening your window and letting some fresh air in?" asked Randy. "Sure thing uncle sorry bout the smell, Ill do my laundry later after breakfast" replied Timothy while turning around and walking to the window and opening it "Is that better?"asked Timothy. Taking a deep breath and smiling "Yes that's much better, now how bout you show me what you spent all night working on" said Randy. Walking back over to the computer and looking over his uncle shoulders Timothy replied "Well most the night I worked on getting the Nightingale armor from the thieves guild it quest it self was........."

After about 20 minutes of explaining what he did that night Timothy's stomach began to growl "Hmmm well uncle I'm gonna head down stairs and get a bite to eat" said Timothy. His uncle not looking away from the screen due to fighting a giant and a dragon at the same time replied " Sure thing I picked up some poptarts and Insta-ramen last night for you". Looking around the mess in his room and decided that something had to be done about it later tonight he said "Thank you Ill go munch on some poptarts right now". With that said Timothy left his uncle playing the game and headed down stairs to the kitchen. After walking in the small kitchen and finding the poptarts in the pantry. He walked over to the toaster and placed a few poptarts in it. Thinking back over the last few months Timothy began to become sullen and sighed "Back to this repetitive march again" muttered Timothy. While thinking about the repetitive nature of his life the toaster popped causing Timothy to startle slightly. With his trance broken he finally realized how good the kitchen smelt from the poptarts. With his mouth beginning to water he took out the poptarts and set the on a plate to cool.

While his poptarts were cooling he decided to make himself a cup of milk. "Mmmmm this is gonna be good" he thought to himself while getting the milk out of the fridge. Walking over to the counter and getting a cup out he began to pour the milk. " Wow looks like you got the whole sha-bang going on" said Randy out of nowhere causing Timothy to jump almost spilling the milk. "Hahaha did I scare you?" asked Randy jokingly "No you just surprised me but you have to remember I'm going one 2 days without sleep." replied Timothy logically finishing pour the milk and putting it up Timothy went and sat down. His uncle following him "Ya ya that's why I told you it's unhealthy your senses are dulled usually you would have sensed me there" said Randy standing next to the table. Rolling his eyes "Your making me sound weird and your overestimating my senses" said Timothy between mouthfuls of poptart."Well you are weird just look at your shirt" said Randy. Looking down at his shirt not understanding "Whats wrong with my shirt?" asked Timothy. Reaching his hand out towards Timothy "That right here" suddenly his hand taking a dive and snatching a poptart off the plate "Is a distraction" said Randy playfully escaping out of the kitchen.

"Thats the only one your getting" stated Timothy with a smile "Hey its almost 8 won't you be late to work?" asked Timothy. His uncle suddenly running to the front door "Damn your right see ya in a few, Oh and your paycheck is on the coffee table, Bye" yelled his uncle as he rushed out the front door only stoping for his boots and keys. Resuming his eating after a few seconds he heard the truck drive off shrugging to himself "Hope its a decent size this week" mumbled Timothy. Finishing his poptarts and milk he got up and set the plates in the sink. "Now lets see how much I made" he said mockingly he turned and walked into the living room. he walked over to the coffee table and started shifting through the mail "Ahh here it is" he opened it and looked at it "Hmmm not bad 300 bones wonder what I should get" Timothy said. He went back up stairs and entered his room looking at the mess in disgust he struggled to find clean clothes. Having found a nice pair of jeans, a black shirt, and green hoodie he proceeded to the bathroom for a shower. After taking his shower and getting dressed he went down stairs put on his shoes and grabing his keys "Hmmmm where to first?"

After getting in his truck and starting it, Timothy decided to head to the supermarket to get something for dinner. He turned on the radio which immediately started blasting some random metal song "Damn it Dylan" he cursed remembering he lent his friend the truck the day before. As he tried to multitask of pulling out of his partially hidden driveway and turning the radio down. He failed to hear the sirens of the approaching ambulance. As soon as he was able to turn down the music he registered the sirens be extremely close.

Slamming on the breaks as he started to pull out causing the belt to bite his should a little. His face showing a little discomfort he wondered where the ambulance was and not even a half a second later, a police car went speeding by followed by an ambulance and another police car. "Hmmm wonder what could have happened" thought Timothy, after watching the emergency vehicles disappear around a corner he pulled out and went the same direction.
Thinking to himself he started questions "Wonder what the was about", "Why did it have escorts", but he ultimately came up with an answer to all of them "Well its not affecting me so onward to the store". Timothy had no idea how wrong he was and his answer crushed his instinctual feelings telling him to run. With his head now calm and relaxed he proceeded to the store. After a while he noticed very few people around extremely fewer than what was normal.

"Damn this drive is to long but I know what will make it shorter" said Timothy reaching down and picking up his cell phone he started looking through his recent contacts list. Finding his friend Dylan's number he pushed the call button after a few rings it was picked up "Hey was up man" said Dylan. "Oh not much and thanks for leaving the radio all the way up. You almost got me fuckin creamed from by a police car" said Timothy jokingly " Hahaha that would be slightly ironic but your straight right" asked Dylan. Being halfway to the store he decided to take the shortcut which meant he would drive near the hospital. "Yea Im okay though it made my heart race, but the weird thing was that it was two police escorts for an ambulance" said Timothy. " That is a little weird but hey I gotta let you go the teacher just came back from an emergency meeting" said Dylan suddenly over the phone an alarm started going off. "Dylan you alright man" asked Timothy "Hey I got to go they're putting up in lock-down something about an accident at the hospital" replied Dylan and with that he hung up. "Damn something must be going on at the hospital" thought Timothy.

Realizing he was driving toward the hospital listing to his instinct he decided he didnt want to really have to go to close. As he turned on a road a few roads away from the hospital he noticed a roadblock about a hundred feet away. Becoming a little worried as he pulled up to the roadblock, two officers started making their way towards the truck. As they came closer Timothy started to get a better look at the officers the first one looking a little heavyset, around his mid forties and had what looked like a permanent scowl on his face. The second was of an average build and appeared around his late twenties. Reaching the driver side door the first officer suddenly said " I'm sorry but this road is closed, I am going to have to ask you to turn around and return home for your safety". Becoming a little worried now at the current event Timothy asked " What happened?". The second officer seeming kinder replied " There was an accident at the hospital some man attacked people with an unknown weapon. We're setting up a perimeter and roadblocks around town to catch him if he tries to flee. Have a nice day sir." with that both the officers turned around and walked away. After deciding to return home to look online about what was going on Timothy turned around and drove "Hmmm wonder what time Randy will be able to get back?" wondered Timothy

Suddenly sitting up with his heart pounding Timothy looked around his room, Now dark causing everything to cast deep shadows. He started wondering why Randy wasn't home and how long his tired body had slept. He looked at the clock 8:36 P.M. it said in it neon green numbers. With his heart still pounding Timothy began to look around rapidly searching for the thing that caused him to wake up , Finding nothing he laid back down trying to let his heart slow down. Timothy closed his eyes and thought relaxing thoughts. *BANG* *BANG* Timothy shot up like someone had set hot coals under him "What the fuck was that" Timothy thought. He looked around the the room for something to wield, but not finding anything. *CRASH**BANG* Now with his heart pounding again he got up out of his bed and walked out of the bedroom. Timothy started cautiously sneaking to the hall closet knowing he has something to wield inside it.

Reaching the closet door he opened the door as quietly as he could although it still managed to make a squeak as it opened. He fished his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. He saw on the screen that he had two missed calls one from his friend Dylan and the other from his uncle Randy. He made a mental note to call them later after he investigated the noise. With that he turned the phone screen towards the closet to shine some light on the supplies inside. Timothy started rummaging around the supplies looking for a decent weapon. He moved a few items around until he spotted his goal in the back left corner. "Ahhh this will do" He sighed as he reached in and grabbed a baseball bat from the closet. He turned around put his phone on silence and put it back in his pocket. Now fully prepared to undertake his investigation he quietly started going down the steps to the living room.

Walking as quietly as he could Timothy proceeded down the steps, suddenly stopping when he stepped on a board that let out a load creak "Damn it" silently cursed Timothy. With his heart racing he stopped moving and inch fearful that the slightest moved would agitate the step. As time passed his heart began to settle to just a dull pounding he resumed his journey back down. As quietly as he could manage he completed going down the stairs without any other sounds. He smelled the air and smelt a mixture of things " I can smell pine witch means that somehow a window or door is open and I smell decay and blood which I have no idea where from" thought Timothy. As stealthy as he could manage he slowly and quietly peaked around the corner into the living room. He saw the normal outlines in the room but then something in the middle of the room moved slightly. Timothy focused on it and realized it was a human silhouette with his palms starting to become sweaty and his heart racing again.

He stealthily moved across the room to the light-switch, holding the bat tightly he flipped the switch. What greeted his vision was not anything he could have guess a middle aged man with a far receded hairline in a jogging suit. Timothy couldn't see the front of the man but what he got from seeing his back was enough. He instantly thought "There has to be something wrong with this guy" hoping the man could be reason with "Excuse me sir are you alright?" asked Timothy. He instantly wished he had not spoken because as soon as the man heard Timothy's voice he whipped around to face Timothy and Timothy's heart jumped straight into his throat. He could clearly see what the problem plagued the man, The man had lost a lot of blood with most of the front of his neck missing and a good portion of his face torn off, it was nothing short of a miracle that the man was still alive.

Timothy's mind was racing at this point his mind torn between wanting to believe this is just a dream and his mind wanting to be logical about the situation. Taking a deep breath Timothy relaxed and began to resume thinking logically. "There is defiantly something wrong with this guy and the fact that he is still up with wounds that would kill a regular human by now is extremely weird" Timothy thought to himself, the man set his sights on Timothy and let out a gurgled yell. Timothy jumped sightly from the surprise of the sound and rose the bat up over his shoulder in a defensive position. "Sir I will only say this once! You have two options, one to leave my property or two to lay down so I can get you some help. Which one do you prefer? asked Timothy. The man now hearing that his prey was indeed alive started rapidly staggering towards Timothy.

"So I suppose you took the third option. Very well all I ask is that you please forgive me for what I am about to do." said Timothy as he started to walk slowly with the bat over his shoulder towards the man. The man staggered into Timothy's range of attack and reached out for Timothy. That was all it took for Timothy, He took the reach as a sign of aggression and took a preemptive strike against the man. Grabbing the bat with both hands and assuming an attack posture, Timothy swung the bat in a diagonal overhead strike and hit the man in the shoulder. The blow broke the mans shoulder and made the arm completely useless. With the man slightly bent over from the strike Timothy took the opportunity to use the momentum of the strike and swung back up hitting the man in the jaw and chest causing him to fall on his back. Timothy resume his defensive posture and looked at the man from a closer perspective now. Seeing how old some of the wounds were some hours old long caked with dried blood, He even spotted the mans jugular torn on the side of his neck. Timothy averted his eyes from the old wounds and looked at the more recent ones a shoulder now completely smashed wont ever be used again, the man defiantly had a broken collar bone and a broken jaw now hanging by only a few muscles on one side.

"This is over, he's done, he wont be getting back up for a while" thought Timothy as he started fishing his phone out of his pocket to call the police with. With his attention now momentarily distracted he was completely shocked when he looked back down and saw the man attempting to get back up. Timothy could barely comprehend the fact that even with the man in an extremely high amount of pain why he was getting back up. "Fuck this" Timothy thought as he dropped his phone and got back into his attacking posture. Timothy swung downwards striking the man in the damaged part of his jaw. The man stumbled forward a little and Timothy sidestep to get out of his way. The man started to raise again and when Timothy saw the mans face his jaw hanging by one side, He finally understood that for some unknown reason this man had no life in him. Timothy looked into the mans eyes and saw no soul in there. So he swung as hard as he could and hit the man in the side of the head. With a wet crunch the side of the mans head caved inwards. The man took a small step forward and Timothy swung again as hard as he could manage hitting the same spot. With a wet crunch a portion of the mans skull came off and flung to side, The man immediately collapsed and stopped moving.

Timothy stared at the man for a few minutes to make sure that he would be getting back up. After he was sure the man was out of the game for the count, Timothy started looking around the floor for his phone. He looked around and the shine of the screen caught his attention it was partially under the mans leg. Moving the mans leg Timothy was able to get to his phone and picked it up. Timothy called 911 and put the phone to his ear " Please call again later as all lines are busy, Thank you for your patience and please have a nice day." that answer was the last thing he wanted to hear today. Cursing the phone he put it back into his pocket and turned on the T.V. it showed only one station. The station repeated the same message " This is an emergency broadcast. Please stay inside your homes and refrain from leaving your homes. Please continue to do so until the situation has been contained" Timothy turned it off as it started to repeat itself.

"Forget this" Timothy thought as he grabbed his bat and keys. He rushed out the door and was greeted by what seemed like a little piece of hell. One of the neighbors house was on fire and another had a few of their windows smashed. In one of the windows Timothy could make out what seemed like a person hanging out of it, Its head was completely missing. Timothy shook his head to clear any unnecessary thoughts and ran over to his truck. "Okay this looks like a total disaster so first thing I have to get is get somewhere safe and I think I know where but Ill need supplies" Timothy thought as he rushed back inside as he grabbed a backpack and threw some hardy clothes, an extra hoodie, a few boxes of poptarts, a few bottles of water and some insta-ramen packs "That should do it" he thought to himself. He rushed back outside to his truck and got in. "Ok now to the Museum" He thought as he started the truck and pulled out of the driveway.

"Damn it I haven't even made it two streets over" Timothy thought as he started seeing zombies all around. He always thought that zombies were just a bad joke and would never happen, But now with them walking around they were defiantly not a joke. He turned off the car lights and quietly continued with the aid of the street lights. He was keeping a very close eye on his surroundings spotting a zombie every now and then. So far it was going smoothly but Timothy was fully aware that things had a tendency to change quick. But he was still hopeful that things would continue to go smoothly. At the current rate he was traveling it would be a while till he got anywhere significant. After creeping along quietly for another hour Timothy looked down at the gas gauge to check on how much was left "Not bad half a tank" he thought.

He looked at the clock on the radio 10:17 it glowed "Hmmm" Timothy thought as he started deciding what to do for the rest of the night. "Hmm should I continue driving in the dark or should I find a place to wait it out until morning. Lets see what the outcomes are 1 Drive and get closer to significant places but in the end ill be tired and it might be worst deeper in the city. Option 2 Find a place to sleep out of their reach, I would be rested and it would be day time and no negatives. So where to sleep" Timothy thought as he started looking around the neighborhood. Timothy continued looking for a sleeping spot for the next 30 minutes. Finally reaching an appropriate house Timothy stopped and checked it out the buildings roof. "Hmmm The building doesn't have anything around it so no way of jumping on to it. Its a comer house so that will be a plus if need to escape and I could stand on the fence and pull myself up." He thought to himself as he decided on trying this house. Timothy slowly drove across the yard and parked next to the fence. He turned off the truck and sat very quietly while he looked around for a few minutes. Finally accepting that it was as safe as it was going to get Timothy turned around and grabbed his backpack. He took his bat and slid it into his backpack as for as it would go and zipped the backpack closed around the hilt of the bat. He put his hoddie back on and put his backpack on looking around one last time. He quietly opened the door and slipped out of the door. Timothy slowly closed the door until it was against the frame and with slow pressure the lock clicked into place.

Timothy looked around on last time and started climbing onto the fence. As he reached the top he slowly stood up using the side of the house as a brace. Timothy grabbed the edge of the roof and started pulling himself up. Getting half of his body up he stopped and looked around on the roof to double check that nothing was up here. "Okay" He thought and nodded, He pulled himself up all the way and stood up. He instantly began stealthy walking around the roof "So.... Lets see what we have. Nothing see-able in the back of the house or front. Ok this is good for now." Timothy thought. He sat down near the middle of the eve and opened his backpack. He pulled out his extra hoddie and put it on hoping that with two on it would add some protection. Timothy went back to pulling things out of his bag, he pulled out a pack of ramen and a pack of poptarts. Shrugging he put the poptarts back into his bag and opened the ramen. He broke off and ate it, It wasn't half as bad as he thought it was going to be dry. He quietly finished eating the ramen and put the trash bag in his bag. Timothy zipped his bag up to the hilt of his bat but left it a little loose incase if he needed it. Timothy laid back and closed his eyes.

Feeling a steadily warming feeling in his back Timothy slowly started waking up. He barely opened his eyes and saw the blue of the sky. He tried to remember where he was and It suddenly hit him he was on a roof and why. Timothy closed his eyes and took a deep breath then slowly let it out. He opened his eyes and sat up to look at the surrounding houses. He saw a nearly abandoned street with only two zombies further down. He packed up his backpack and walked down the roof to where his truck was down below. Walking to the edge and jumped off as soon as Timothy hit the ground he started to make his way toward the truck. Looking around for any would be hazard he cautiously made his way to his truck. Reaching the passenger side he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Briskly opening it he got inside and closed the door. He locked the door and sat back and closed his eyes. After about 5 minutes he sighed deeply as he realized that if this was happening that he had a long road ahead of him. Opening his eyes he sat up fully and took off his backpack. Timothy moved over into the driver side and thought of what he should do now.

"Shelter or food?" he asked himself after thinking for a few seconds he confidently decided that that shelter is pointless without food. "Closest place near here would probably be the T&C Supermarket" he decided. As quietly as he could Timothy started the car and started to pull out of the yard. He pulled back onto the street and continued the same direction. He got his truck truck cruising a good 35 mph and reached over and turned on the satellite radio. He switched to Robot Radio relaxed to the music and started to cruise to his destination. After cruising for about 15 minutes Timothy saw a a few zombies spaced out along the road up ahead. Starting to come up on the first one the zombie started to register a noise. Timothy easily went around the it and the second before they started to even turn towards him. Timothy was coming up on the last two and thought for a second that they may get it in their head to follow the sound. With that he quickly turned the truck slightly and speed up hitting the last two. The impact killing them instantly with only two solid thumps. He slowed down the car reached over and pulled the bat out of his back pack. He set the bat in the seat and put the truck in reverse. Cruising backwards down the road he lined up the ruck and the closest zombie. He kept the two lined up and after a few second there was a solid thump. Reaching over into the next set he grabbed the bat and slowed the truck to a stop. He then put the engaged the emergency brake and opened the door.

Stepping out of the truck and closing the door he started towards the downed zombie. Feeling his hands begin to get a clammy against the metal of the bat. He swung the bat up and rested it on his shoulder. After walking for a second he came upon the zombie and looked at the state it was in. The zombie was a male around the age of his late twenties. Wearing a white wife-beater and some pants, the zombie had multiple chunks missing from his body. The neck was bent at a very acute backwards indicating that the thing was more than likely fully dead. Timothy shrugged off the odds and walked up to make sure it was dead. As soon as the zombie came in reach Timothy swung down and caved in a portion of the skull. Standing up and stretching a little Timothy turned around and started to make his way towards the last zombie. The zombie had already begun to make its way towards Timothy so he stepped up his pace so he would reach the zombie before it reached his truck. Timothy put the bat back on his shoulder and started stretching a little while he walked. He could see the zombie by now a middle aged man wearing a grey plaid shirt. He could see the damage of the zombie now to, most of the man's arm was cover in bites and a nice sized bite to the man's jugular must have been what put him down. As soon as Timothy came into reach the zombie exploded into action swinging at Timothy with arms. Timothy knocked the zombie's arms aside with his bat and swung down on the zombie's left leg breaking it. The zombie staggered forward and put its weight on its broken leg causing the leg to collapse. The zombie lost its footing and fell forward onto the ground. Timothy stomped down on the zombie's back and swung the bat down twice finishing the confrontation.

Timothy stood up and looked at his work and nodded knowing that that was 4 less that might infect him or someone else. He began to make his way back to his truck and looked up at the street sign nearby. "Hmmm Oak Dr and Emilia St..... So the store is just a few seconds up" nodding reassuringly he confidently continued walking to his truck. Reaching the back of his truck he smiled *Crreeakk* Timothy stopped and looked towards the source of the sound. He found the source the front door of the nearby house opened and in the frame stood a well built male. He had a dark brown shaved head and he wore a white Tshirt some jeans and a backpack. But what caught Timothy's attention was in one had a machete and on the side of his hip was a pistol. Timothy looked up and locked eyes with the man. Timothy nodded once and the man responded with a nod into the direction of the zombies. "Could become a problem for me or someone else later so I dealt with them now." calmly stated Timothy. The man was quiet for a moment as he thought about what Timothy said and nodded once in acknowledgment. "I'm Paul, Got any room?" stated Paul as he motioned towards the truck. "Where you headin?" asked Timothy as he walked around to the passenger side and stopped by the side of the truck. "Wherever your going if you don't mind." said Paul as he started walking towards the truck. "Sure I got the room this situation will be easier with two people" said Timothy as he walked round to the driver side and got into the truck.

Timothy unlocked the doors and started the truck. He waited till Paul got into the truck and started down the road again. When he finally got back into cruising at a comfortable 25 mph he looked over and assessed Paul. "Hmm seems like an all around decent man" Timothy thought as he cruised towards his destination. Timothy reached over and turned down the music a little. "Were heading to the T&C to stock up on food" said Timothy while he looked down at the radio's clock. 12:32 P.M. it glowed "Hmmm I think it would be best to scope it out for a little bit I have some food to hold us." Paul picked his backpack up and opened it. He pulled out two boxes of ceral and set in the seat "Ok so well defiantly be ok food wise" said Timothy while nearing up to the intersection of the store. Timothy started to slow down then pulled off into a yard and turned the truck off. They both open looked around and made sure it was all clear. They both prepared their backpacks so they wouldn't have to come back and put them on. Looking around again to double check that the coast was clear Timothy opened the door and got out of the truck. He shut the door and started to make his way to the side fence of the house. Paul got out and started walking to the side also. Timothy got to the side and climbed up on the garbage can. He looked back to make sure Paul was right behind him and making sure he was Timothy got onto the fence.

He turned and grabbed the side of the roof hoisting himself up and over. Timothy stood up and looked down to check to make sure Paul was proceeding ok. With Paul coming up over the edge Timothy walked to the back of the roof and started checking out what he had.With the store being insight he liked what he saw an easily escapable and defendable place. The nearby houses all had high wooden fences that would provide protection. "Paul I think it would be best if we checked out the houses in a little 2 by 2 grid." said Timothy as he sat down and opened his backpack. "We'll deal with it after lunch" said Timothy as Paul nodded and knelt down and open his backpack.

Finishing his ramen Timothy laid back in the shade. Even in the shade it was still slightly warm on the roof, but with 1:30 rolling around the heat was about to hit its peak for the day. So with this conclusion reached Timothy sat up and looked at Paul "So you ready to start cleaning these houses" asked Timothy. Paul simply looked over nodded and began to search his bag. He pulled a megaphone Timothy looked at him questioningly "What is that for? Timothy asked. "Watch and see, Which house is first." asked Paul as he started messing with the knobs on the megaphone. "Well I think it would be best to start with the house were on." replied Timothy as he packed up his backpack and picked up his bat. "Hey Paul how attached are you to that machete" asked Timothy as he walked towards the edge of the roof. "If you need it then give me the bat to use" stated Paul as he walked up to the edge next to Timothy. After trading the machete for the bat Paul checked the yard and then got down.

Looking down at the yard and only seeing a normal yard Timothy climbed down after Paul. Reaching the ground Timothy looked at Paul who gave him a be quite and ready sign. Timothy nodded and cautiously walked to the backyard with Paul following right behind him. Reaching the middle of the back yard Timothy stopped and waited for Paul to catch up. Timothy looked around to check out his surroundings it was a pretty well kept yard with quite a few potted plants and a nice set of french doors which was slightly open. Paul quickly walked up and swung the megaphone on its strap so it was ready to be used. "Watch and be ready you got the first one." said Paul as he double checked the megaphone and set his bat against the chair next to him. After making sure the mega phone was ready he sat it down in the chair and pressed a button. He then picked up the bat and took a solid stance Timothy looked to the door and took a stance. Not a second after Timothy took up his stance did the megaphone start playing "Highway to Hell" at a decent volume.

Timothy thought that it was a pretty appropriate song for situation and after a few seconds the first zombie came stumbling out. It looked horrible, it's left arm was missing and its right didn't look at all that much better. Timothy started pacing towards the zombie with purpose. Listening to rhythm of the music Timothy took a deep breath to focus his mind and stepped close enough to smell the stench. He swung the blade in tune with the music and sliced off the out stretched hand. Timothy continued the swing with a heavy kick to the zombie's legs causing it to fall face first. He finished the fight with a swing downward to the neck of the laid out zombie cutting its head off. Timothy looked up back towards the doorway just in time to see the next zombie coming out.

It was a female in a yellow blouse with a chunk missing from her arm and a broken ankle. Timothy got up and stabbed forward piercing the zombie's chest. "Duck" Timothy heard from behind him and grinned as he ducked and tightened his grip on the machete. He felt the breeze from the bat as it swung over him and struck the zombie in the head retching it from the machete. It hit the ground and rolled over displaying the caved in side of his head. Timothy got up and stood beside Paul "Ready to go in and check out the place" asked Timothy. Paul nodded as he turned off the music and with that Timothy stepped forward towards the back door.