what to do. They were closing in and he needed help. What would he do? Who could he call? What should he do? What should he bring?
Matt’s heart began to hurt. That slowed him down. His years of inactivity were a mixed blessing. His out of shape heart anchored him and caused him to slow down a bit. His thoughts cleared up.
“The shuffling wouldn’t be here for a while”, he thought.
“I have some time to get myself together and leave. I need to get out of this apartment”, Matt said to himself in a soft voice.
Breathing hard, he supported himself by placing his hand on the wall as he slowly made his way into his room to search for something, anything, that could be of use to him.
Going through his closet, he found a hockey stick covered in dust that his parents gave him years and years ago, back when his Dad had hopes of him becoming a pro athlete.
Matt laughed to himself and swung the stick around. The dust that flew off of it brought him back memories of how his mother would scold him for leaving his room so dusty. He fought back tears thinking of how those were now his good memories.
He put on winter boots even though the weather was comfortable outside.
“Everything counts, I guess”, he quietly said to himself.
He made his way to the front door of his apartment. Placing a hand on the door knob, he took in a deep breath and looked at his apartment. He thought how he may never come back again…ever.
Just as he was about to turn the knob, he felt a crisp breeze caress his face. He looked at the window and at his fire escape.
“Wait a second.” He said.
Clutching the stick hard, he walked over the fire escape and took a look around.
He saw a few ghouls milling around the entrance of the building. He laughed a little as he saw the zombie with yogurt splattered on his head.
“I doubt some people will need whatever they left behind at this point.” Matt spoke to himself at a normal voice since being outside offered him a sort of freedom.
“First, I need food.” Matt’s rumbling stomach agreed with him.
He slowly walked down the creaking fire escape, again, taking a last look into his apartment.
He gathered his courage and tiptoed down the metal structure. To his surprise, a few of the windows were boarded up with small viewing slots. He highly doubted that the people inside would help him in, let alone take down their defenses. Some of the boarded windows, the few that were there, had boards crudely torn off of them, some had half a board taken off and blood smeared on them. Matt heard loud shuffling and items behind dropped.
“No way, how would the monsters get in?” Matt realized that for some of the boarded windows, the people inside had unknowingly trapped themselves with an infected family member or neighbor.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, trying to imagine their final moments.
Matt thought it was best to not even go near the boarded windows, shuffling or not, surely the people inside would be a little paranoid and rightfully so. Last thing he needed was some sort of sharp object or well intentioned bullet to hit him.
There were just a few floors left to look through. The lower ones didn’t seem to be boarded up for some reason.
Looking through the first clean window, he saw a neat living room everything in place and looking spotless. This made Matt scared. Gathering more of his courage, which he was surprised he had, Matt knocked the window with his hockey stick. The closed window offered protection against any beast that would pop out.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
He waited.
Nothing.
Tap, Tap…
Nothing.
Matt tried to open the window, and with no surprise, it was locked. His stomach rumbled. He needed to take a chance. Matt smashed the hockey stick into the window. It only cracked. The loud noise rattled his skull, but he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth and hit
Matt’s heart began to hurt. That slowed him down. His years of inactivity were a mixed blessing. His out of shape heart anchored him and caused him to slow down a bit. His thoughts cleared up.
“The shuffling wouldn’t be here for a while”, he thought.
“I have some time to get myself together and leave. I need to get out of this apartment”, Matt said to himself in a soft voice.
Breathing hard, he supported himself by placing his hand on the wall as he slowly made his way into his room to search for something, anything, that could be of use to him.
Going through his closet, he found a hockey stick covered in dust that his parents gave him years and years ago, back when his Dad had hopes of him becoming a pro athlete.
Matt laughed to himself and swung the stick around. The dust that flew off of it brought him back memories of how his mother would scold him for leaving his room so dusty. He fought back tears thinking of how those were now his good memories.
He put on winter boots even though the weather was comfortable outside.
“Everything counts, I guess”, he quietly said to himself.
He made his way to the front door of his apartment. Placing a hand on the door knob, he took in a deep breath and looked at his apartment. He thought how he may never come back again…ever.
Just as he was about to turn the knob, he felt a crisp breeze caress his face. He looked at the window and at his fire escape.
“Wait a second.” He said.
Clutching the stick hard, he walked over the fire escape and took a look around.
He saw a few ghouls milling around the entrance of the building. He laughed a little as he saw the zombie with yogurt splattered on his head.
“I doubt some people will need whatever they left behind at this point.” Matt spoke to himself at a normal voice since being outside offered him a sort of freedom.
“First, I need food.” Matt’s rumbling stomach agreed with him.
He slowly walked down the creaking fire escape, again, taking a last look into his apartment.
He gathered his courage and tiptoed down the metal structure. To his surprise, a few of the windows were boarded up with small viewing slots. He highly doubted that the people inside would help him in, let alone take down their defenses. Some of the boarded windows, the few that were there, had boards crudely torn off of them, some had half a board taken off and blood smeared on them. Matt heard loud shuffling and items behind dropped.
“No way, how would the monsters get in?” Matt realized that for some of the boarded windows, the people inside had unknowingly trapped themselves with an infected family member or neighbor.
He closed his eyes and lowered his head, trying to imagine their final moments.
Matt thought it was best to not even go near the boarded windows, shuffling or not, surely the people inside would be a little paranoid and rightfully so. Last thing he needed was some sort of sharp object or well intentioned bullet to hit him.
There were just a few floors left to look through. The lower ones didn’t seem to be boarded up for some reason.
Looking through the first clean window, he saw a neat living room everything in place and looking spotless. This made Matt scared. Gathering more of his courage, which he was surprised he had, Matt knocked the window with his hockey stick. The closed window offered protection against any beast that would pop out.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
He waited.
Nothing.
Tap, Tap…
Nothing.
Matt tried to open the window, and with no surprise, it was locked. His stomach rumbled. He needed to take a chance. Matt smashed the hockey stick into the window. It only cracked. The loud noise rattled his skull, but he closed his eyes and clenched his teeth and hit
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