Days Gone By

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Scott Gallery - Croc

Henry - The Joker

Daniel Connery -The Kryptonian Crusader

Days Gone By - Created by Croc

Running through a forest without any trainers is hard, it’s even harder when you’re the prey, when you’re the one that’s being hunted. They might be as slow as a farmers truck, but one bite, and you’re dead. The bite doesn’t turn you into one, it’s just something that makes us turn quicker, it’s hard to explain, defiantly when you got a pack of them chasing after you. No gun, no weapon of any kind on me, it’s been a shit day, I tell you that. The darkness of this forest doesn’t help either, it’s like going through a tunnel with things blocking you from getting to the other end. This day was going to be good, I thought it was going to be good, but when my damn car broke down, and I was miles from anywhere, I knew my day had made a turn to the worse. Everything was okay at first, I made my way along the road, looking for signs or other cars full of fuel that I could use. But then they showed up. I didn’t even see them coming, I turn my back for a minute and there’s a giant house behind me with a yawn full of them, who of course are walking towards me to rip my limbs off.

I start running the other way, which is a giant forest that if you make one wrong turn you might be lost in for days. I don’t even know which state I’m in anymore, let alone town or city. Last time I checked, I was sure the map said I was in New Jersey, but that must have been a week ago, it felt that long ago. After leaving New York, that’s when I checked, that’s the only thing I know about when I checked it, I don’t know the time or date of now or then. It feels crazy really, because our lives use to be so tied into time. You could be late for work, late for picking up the kids at school or just late for going to the near by cinema. Batteries got looted with most of everything else in the shops and malls. Maybe I should of joined them, looted what I needed, found a bunker in a house and live the rest of my life in it, living of tin food. But maybe this was the right thing to do, I might find a safe zone like they said they were going to make when all of this started. I haven’t come across any yet, so I’m not getting my hopes up just yet on them being real.

The tree branches kept on smacking me in the face as I ran, I just hope I don’t get scars or anything like that. I don’t think that would happen, because these feel more like scratch marks given to me by a cat more than a shape dagger of a knife. Sometimes I think about the other people, like were there any in that big house back there, hiding out in there, and that’s why so many of those things were around it. Have they lost any family members, and if they have which ones. How long do they think they can stay alive in there. This place is bad, mostly taken over by the infected. New York was worse than this though. More people, so more people to get infected by this virus. To think I once lived in that big city, started to leave when it got really bad. I still have my girlfriend there, I know now that I should of brought her with me, that it’s too dangerous there to stay, but at the time it felt like the best thing to do, I didn’t know what I would end up bumping into while leaving the city and going into towns.

Last time I used my mobile was to phone my flat, where she’s staying. She told me that she’s been safe but the food has been running low. I didn’t get to tell her that I loved her before the mobile ran out of energy and cut me off. I miss her a lot, and as soon as I found some place safe, I’m going back for her and bringing her there. Hopefully that place is very close and also has cars or trucks that I can use to get back to New York. But now I’m kind of busy trying to escape the dead who are slowly getting closer. And when I think I’ve lost them, another group comes out a different way. I feel sorry for them. They don’t know what they’re doing. They might even be munching on their own family members, and not even know. Some have missing arms and legs, but they still keep going, even if they need to drag themselves. I’ve even seen heads lying around, and turning out to be another one of them. They can still live without a heart and lungs, but they can’t without a brain. That doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.

This brand new world has changed people too, some protect each other like a family, or some change for the bad, and murder and steal of other survivors. And then there’s others who just can’t live in this new world, and kill themselves or don’t fight back when the creatures get to them. I’ve got too much to live for to give up. And I wouldn’t drop down to the level of those scum either. Monster at the corner of my eye, mouth open, left hand reaching for me. I grab it by the arm and throw it over me, slamming it onto the ground, before smashing my foot down onto the creature’s face. It’s brain and blood leaked onto my shoe, I have no time to look or even clean, must continue running. Must escape. I push myself off a tree, trying to catch my breath quickly and get more speed. Daylight coming out from a gap in the trees not to far away, I think I can make it. I slide over a fallen tree and don’t stop running, when I get to the gap, I push through it, pushing past the trees that are very close together and getting to the other side.

I look back through the gap, their arms push through and start trying to claw me. But they are too stupid to get through. I slowly stepped back without looking where I was going, and fell backwards. Grass and mud covered the hill that I fell down, some rocks stuck out of it, ripping my jacket, pants and my arms. I swore as I picked myself up from the muddy ground and looked back up the hill, I could still see the forest and the creatures turning back, giving up. Blood and mud filled my arms and legs, I had some bad cuts that needed to be bandaged up. I took off my backpack and opened it, grabbed the med kit, and took out the bandages and wrapped them round my cuts. I then put everything away and put the backpack back on my back. After that I turned round for the first time, to see where I was. I was hoping it wasn’t going to be another lot of forest, but it sure wasn’t, it was a safe zone. They were real. I didn’t believe it, but they really did make one.

I walked to the large steel gates, guards were everywhere. They did a small test that I wasn’t dead and then opened the gates up and let me in. Two more guards greeted me as I entered. Both looked like they were in their twenties like me. One had a large scar down his left eye and the other one held a gun in one hand. Both looked strong enough to protect themselves if danger ever came to this small town. The city was mostly filled with houses, and shops. People walked the streets like everything was normal, and the electric was still running too, so I was defiantly looking forward to calling my girlfriend again. The only thing I didn’t like was that nearly every street had soldiers carrying guns. I know it’s for the good of the town, but it just didn’t feel safe with them around. One of the two soldiers then asked me my name, I stopped for a moment, thinking how I haven’t heard that question in a while. A long while.

“Scott. Scott Gallery.” I replied giving a friendly smile.

“Welcome to Clifton, Scott.” The soldier said before telling me to follow him.

Clifton is quite a big city, that I was surprised that it hadn't been taken over by the creatures when the infection started. Me and the soldier then stopped at a library, and walked up the stairs that went to the entrance. The soldier opened the glass door and I went through, he followed and closed it behind him. We then continued down a long hallway until we came to a door with a sign above it that read, History. I went in, and the soldier waited outside. Two other soldiers were inside, and a old man with white hair and large glasses was at a table reading a book about Roman History. I slowly stepped closer to him, making the floorboards creek under my feet. He slowly looked up at me, taking his eye away from the book. He then removed his glasses, put them onto the table and got up.

“Welcome,” he said while shaking my hand, “this is the safest place in all of America now. You should be thankful to God that you found it. I‘ll make sure you get a nice new home here, there‘s many to go around, so you won‘t need to worry about being homeless.”

“Thank you, sir. The name’s Scott Gallery.”

“And mine’s Brock Fisher. The mayor of this safe haven that God blessed us with. Bobo, get this boy to his house, it’s getting late, he shouldn’t be out in the cold when it’s late.”

The soldier named Bobo came to me and told me to follow him. He was the strongest out of all the soldiers, they talked about him breaking the creatures heads off with one hand. And being so strong that he doesn’t need to carry a gun with him at all times like most of the other soldiers needed to do. We came to a white house made out of brick, wood and water. It had a yawn with green grass, a garage. And even a back garden with a BBQ that I could roast meat on in the summer. Inside it had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen and living room, with a real working TV, but it only had one channel and it was the city’s news channel, about what’s happening and what to look forward too. But my favourite part of the house was the phone next to the couch in the sitting room. I dialled the number of my flat, and hoped she would pick up.

“Scott, is that you?” She asked. Her voice brought a smile to my face.

“Yes, Jess. It’s me. And guess what. I’ve found a safe zone just like the ones they said were going to be around on the news.” I told her with the sound of happiness in my voice.

“Oh my God, they’re real. I thought I lost you last time you phoned and it went dead. And you never picked up the times after that.”

“The mobile ran out of energy, I’m using the phone in my new house here. I swear I’ll come back for you, just give me some more time to get another car and get there.”

“What happened to the last car?”

“It broke down, I don’t know what happened, and it’s too far away from this place and New York to go back for it now.”

“When this is all over, we’ll get another one, anyway. I love you.”

“I love you too, bye.” I said before putting the phone down.

I climbed off the couch, that I nearly fell asleep on and walked up the stairs, and fell to sleep on the bed in the biggest bedroom. As I went to sleep, I dreamt of what happened days back, when I was still in New York. I looked out of the window, traffic jam, people getting out of their cars and running from the dead coming up from behind them. I was on the eighth floor, if I was in trouble, then it was because of the other people living in the block. I closed the curtains, not wanting to watch people getting slaughtered by those things. The door was double locked, it would need at least three of them to knock it down, and luckily we hadn’t had any come by yet. Jessica was still in bed, I didn’t want to wake her, and remind her what kind of world we’re really living in right now. Then knocking at the door, I look through the small glass hole, to see who’s on the other side. Henry. I quickly opened the door letting him in and then quickly shut it again and locked it.

“Henry. What are you doing here, are you okay?” I asked, as I watched him trying to catch his breath.

I knew Henry for a while, met him in a bar, and we got along great. He’s been a cop as long as I knew him. And since the army didn’t have the time to get to New York, most of New York’s best officers have been sent out to the slaughter to get rid of these things. But they’re too many just for the cops to handle, that I think it’s a crazy idea that the mayor came up with. If he wanted to hide out here until everything died down, I wouldn’t stop him. Because he’s one of my best friends.

--

“I'm here to check on you, heard you got in, Scott! Thank god nothing has happened to you.” I said, after coming in.

It hadn't taken long for one of the other officers to tell me he was here, I had put him on a list of people that had vanished, and drawn worry. Being an officer had taken a lot, and it wasn't at times obvious, but for some reason it was now. Scott was a good guy, and he wasn't going to ever turn, or leave this Earth, as long as I had any say in it. This place was a fair size, good, and hospitable looking, I thought, looking behind him. A couch lay farther back in the room, and some other furniture. I then looked at Scott again, and continued talking.

“You're here, you should stay safe. Find something to do to help out around the city, work with the people, you should do something like that, I guess.”

--

“You need to stay here, Henry.” I told him.

I was worried that if he went back out there I wouldn't see him again. I had packed the kitchen with food, it would last us about a week, hopefully. Enough for Henry to stay with us if he wanted to, which I hoped he would. I didn't want him to be another one of those people outside the window, that I watch get rip to pieces by those things.

--

“I have my duties to fulfill, being a cop.” I said, after hearing that, “I can't just hide. Other people need help, and that's my job.”

I walked around him, and found a chair, and sat down. I looked at my watch. 8:49. Then I looked back at him.

“You'll have to get some kind of job.”

--

“I know I should be out there doing something to help, but it's dangerous out there. I might step out of that door and never come back. They might even be some right in our hallway out there, I'm just wor-” as I tried to explain to Henry a loud explosion was heard out in the street, I ran to the window and looked outside. Dead bodies burnt and broken lay in the middle of the street, one of the car's also lay on it's side while on flames in the street too.

It must of exploded. Then I saw a man stuck in his car, and couldn't get out. He's hand on his seat belt, trying to get it loose so he could escape. The car was upside down, and at least seven of those things were slowly moving towards it. My eyes opened wide and I looked at Henry like I had a plan, when I didn't and the only thing I wanted was to get that man to safety. I looked back at the street, he's still alive. We still have time to save him. “Come on, we can't just let that man get eaten.” I told Henry, while grabbing my jacket and putting it on while I unlocked the front door.

Me and Henry got out, and I closed the door behind me. The hallway was clear, but a dead man lay between his front door and the hallway, with most of his right arm sticking out the gap between the door and the wall next to it. He didn't look like he would come back, but I ran as fast as I could past him, to make sure that if he did come back he wouldn't grab and bite off a piece of me. I pushed the button for the lift, it was on the ground floor when I pushed it, and now it's getting close to the 8th were we are. As the doors of the lift open, I see that there are four of the creatures inside.

“Shit. Use your gun, Henry.” I screamed as I stepped back in shock.

--

Had my sidearm in a holster, a Beretta 92FS, standard issue for us police, so I quickly had out and steadied a grip on the handgun, and began firing at the senseless monsters, aiming for a headshot. Breath in. Breath out. Squeeze the trigger with each breath. The ragged, tangled decaying corpses stumbled towards me, one reaching out fast. I took a single shot, and away went a chunk of his skull.

I took a step back as the others stumbled forwards, and fired into their heads.

“Stay back.” I firmly said to Scott.

--

They were all dead again, lying on the hallway floor with blood coming out of them. I looked at them, and felt sorry for them, I sure wouldn't want to end up like those things. Watch my life get taken away, and have some kind of virus take over my body and make me kill people and maybe my love ones. It made me feel sick. We then stepped into the lift, and I pushed for the ground floor still hoping that the man in the car was still alive. Hopefully they are still walking towards him at slow speed, slow enough that we'll have enough time to save him.

The doors opened again, the glass doors to the building across the room, creatures blocking our path. They are already making their way to us. Henry takes out his gun again and fires, blasting heads off. I go to the corner of the main hall, far enough away from them as Henry clears the room of them quickly. One left, Henry's out of bullets, it goes for him, he holds the head back, making sure it doesn't take a chunk out of his neck. I grab the chair next to the main desk, and slam it across the creature's head, it falls to the ground, tries to get up again, I hit it again, harder this time, smashing it's head onto the hard floor, and bursting it's head open.

I look back at the glass doors, I see the man, he's still stuck, screaming for his life as they get even more closer to him. I chuck the chair I'm still holding at the glass doors, they smash open, glass all over the floor, I ran towards the doors and jump through the broken gap, and land onto the street outside. They all turn their heads, looking at me, smelling me, they then act like the man in the car isn't there anymore, and come to me. I grab the nearest one and slam it onto the broken glass spike on the front door, sending the glass right through it's head. As I had my back turned, another one goes for me, I turn quickly, duck, roll, and land near to the man who's trapped.

Three of them are left. One goes at me again, I grab it's arm and twist it, breaking the arm and making it useless, then I kick it into a near by wall, and push a car close to it into the wall, smashing the creature's legs off, and making the other half fall onto the hood of the car, where I then opened the hood, and slammed it inside. Two more. One's going for the man in the car, the other is going for me, I only have time to take care of one, so I need to take care of the one that's after the trapped man. I duck again, missing the one who's after me attack, and run to the other one that I push into the flames of the car, which I had forgot until now.

Henry comes out and finishes off the last one by removing it's head with a fireman's axe that he found in the building while I was fighting the others. I grabbed the man trapped in his own car and pulled him out. He's leg was broken, he couldn't even move it, it was that bad. I lifted him up and went back into the building with Henry following from behind. We took the lift up, got out, stepped over the dead bodies that once took over the lift and went back into my flat, where I sat the man on my couch which faced the TV.

“Are you okay, buddy?” I asked him.

“My leg's broken, so no, I'm not fine.” He replied sounding angry.

I didn't reply and just turned on the TV, and sat next to the only space left on the couch. A man was on the news, talking about it being the end of the world, and to get into dooms day bunker and lock yourself up with lots of tin food and wait until things got better. That was my plan about staying here, stay here, go out sometimes to get food, but stay here most of the time. It's safe here. We haven't had any break ins like other people have had in the city. And we haven't got creatures breaking down our door every day like people outside the cities.

“Wait here, Henry. Just until things get better, and then you can go back to the police force.” I told him taking my eyes away from the TV and placing them on him.

--

I had holstered the gun, and helped Scott carry the man, trying to keep the leg immobile, then when we in a living room. There was that TV, some guy talking about the end of the world. Then there was the couch, a table, and a board on the table.

After we had laid the man on a couch, I was so nervous and unsure of what I was doing or where we were. He was sweaty, pale, and screaming. I looked around, and walked off down a hall and found a bathroom. They had a glass cabinet and some simple furnishings, toilet, sink, everything in order and clean. I opened the cabinet, and took some items that could be of assistance in there. Some gauze, bandages, a few other things. Then I went back out, Scott was out there, doing something. I walked over to the man, and took the board off the table.

“Scott, alright.” I said, to his earlier statement, “But I might have to get this man help.”

Then I applied the gauze to the injury, and set the board under his leg. I tied it all up, it'd be a temporary cast.

--

“I'm happy you've chosen to stay, Henry. And we'll think of something to help with the leg, if I remember right, there's a drug store just a few blocks away. I make it sound like it's easy to get to, when it's not with those things roaming the streets. Maybe we could use the rooftops to get to it? That might work. I haven't seen any of them up there, and I'm sure we'll find a fire escape near the drug store to get down to it.” I explained, sounding like I had everything planned out.

I looked at Jessica who was still asleep, and went to her. I then started shaking her arm to wake her up. She looked at me and I looked back before kissing her on the head. I smiled, and she did to until she remembered what kind of world we were living in at the moment. She sat up, and dropped her legs over the side of the bed.

“Me and Henry need to go to the drug store to get this man we helped leg fixed. And....” “And you want me to look after him while you two are gone right?” She said finishing my sentence for me like she normaly did.

“Okay. I'm ready to go. What about you, you ready?” I asked Henry as I came out of the bedroom.

--

He was coming down the hall, asking a question. I answered.

“I did my best with the leg, already. We should find someone who can do better, or provide him with constant aid.” I said, ready, as he asked.

“Alright, we'll go there, and hopefully there'll be other people in there that can help with him.”

I walked after him, and then we went upstairs, and found a window in a hall. The fire escape was outside, bare to the wind, behind the window's panes. I unclasped some clamps down at its sides, and hefted open our way out, then I climbed out easily, onto the fire escape.

“Come on.” I said, waving to Scott.

Then I began our accent to the roof of the building, on the escape's stairway.

--

After walking up two floors of stairs, we were at the top. I could see most of New York up here, buildings on fire, guns blazing, and those creatures walking and killing on the streets. Then I looked around until I saw the drug store sitting at the corner of a building that was just a street away from us. I then went towards the edge of the roof and looked down at the ally way below which I meet be seeing more closer if I miss landing on the other rooftop of the building on the other side. I took a deep breath and then leaped, my arms were swinging in the air, my legs were kicking, trying to make sure that the leap was good enough for me to get there. Then I slammed onto the roof, my legs swung back and forth as they hanged over the building, but they weren't there for long and I gragged myself up. I was safe again.

“Okay. It's your turn now, Henry!” I shouted at him as he got ready to jump onto the roof I was on.

"Alright." I replied, looking in between the gap.

I started to run then leaped, over the edge of the building. And then I had made it, rolling slightly across the roof on the other building. I didn't need to think about how it would have gone had I missed, and just how good it would have been to meet the ground with my face.

I stood back up, and looked at Steve.

"We almost there?" I asked, walking after him.

"The ally's down there," I told him pointing down to it, "we go down this fire escape, get in the ally way, turn right, right again, and the drug store should be just there." I went on the explain. I grabbed onto the ladder on the fire escape and slowly made my way down to the ally. It was dark, but there wasn't any of those things blocking the path. I turned right, and saw the streets ahead fileld with broken cars, dead bodies, and those things walking along the roads. I grabbed a large dumpster by the handles and pushed it at the entrance of the ally way, blocking anything that was on the roads from getting to us. I then went towards the shop's backdoor that was also in the ally, and smashed it open with my foot.

"We still need to worry about those things coming through the front door or coming through the glass windows," I said before going through the piles of drugs to find painkillers, while Henry was left with the job of finding something that will heal the man's broken leg, I wasn't so sure we would find anything, but hopefully we had luck on our side. Painkillers. Got them, and put them in my jacket's inside pocket. "Henry, you got anything that can help the leg, maybe even fix it?" I asked.

"Scott, I think we've got enough." I replied, looking about the story.

I had taken some salves and bandages, but that was probably all we needed. Still it would be better if there was someone more experienced in this than me, even though I was a cop I didn't have the right mindset to stay calm during this and--

What am I thinking, I can do this.

"If you think we got enough, then we go-" something stopped me, the sound of a body hitting the glass window of the shop, I turn around and looked at the front door. One of the creatures was slammed against the glass panel on the front door, blood leaking from it's mouth as it looked at us. Then another one hit the glass, but the large glass window this time. I slowly backed away, until I was next to Henry again. I didn't take my eyes of them, more were showing. Nearly ten of them were outside now, they could smell us, that must of been it, we were as silent as a mouse entering. They couldn't have heard us.

"I think the glass will hold," as I said that a small crack appeared in the large glass window, then it quickly got bigger. Damn it. "Make it to the backdoor, quick!" I yelled pushing past Henry as the glass smashed and they poured in like a army. Arms reaching towards us. Some of them fell on the floor, getting crushed by the others that were once behind them. I pushed myself off the wall in the hallway, running down it towards the door that went back into the ally. "Henry, come on!!"

I rushed after him into the alley. When we were out in the open air I shut the door behind us, and was thankful to see the cost was clear. I stopped for a minute, and turned to look at Scott.

"Let's go." I said, walking back to the fire escape.

We took a couple rights, and then we were on the right track to our destination. I climbed a metal ladder back up the fire escape, and then began going up the stairs as he followed. Eventually we were back at the gap between buildings.

"So how do we get this stuff over there?" I asked Scott.

"I didn't think this far, I'm surprised we even got out of there alive." I told him while lifting my backpack off my back and filling it with the painkillers, salves, and bandages we took from the store.

I then started swinging it back and forth, before throwing it over the gap. It hit the roof onto the other side, and then I leaped over to it, and Henry did the same thing a few seconds later. We then took the block's fire escape down to our floor's window, climbed threw it, and got back into the flat, where I then locked the door again, to make sure nothing could break through.

"I'm not good with this kinda stuff, so I'm going to step back and watch. They must of trained you to deal with a broken leg in the police force, right?" I asked Henry as I watched the man on the couch still in pain.

"It won't take long we just needed the painkillers and the other stuff, I already put a cast on for him." I said.

After using the analgesics on him his torment subsided, and I was able to deal with the leg properly, unlike before. This time my first-aid was actually beneficial. I just stood there, wondering what we were going to do next. We had another survivor to take care of, and he would also make it difficult to move if we had to.

"Where are you from, who are you anyway?" I asked him, as Scott did something else in the background.

"My name's Mark. I have a flat just down the road, I thought I could make it out of the city. But.... Arg... But those things got in my way of escaping." The man replied as I listened in on them talking.

I picked up the remote for the TV, and clicked the button to turn it on, but it didn't come on. I went to the switch for the light, and flicked it off and on. The power was out in the whole block. And when I looked out of the window, it looked like the whole city was affected too.

"Damn, something must of happened to the power stations. Takenover, maybe." I told Henry.

"What's going on? I heard you come in." Jessica said as she came out of the bedroom.

"The power's out. There's not a building in this city that has a light on now." I replied while opening a cupboard in the kitchen and took a flashlight out of it. I checked it, and luckily it still worked.

"We're going to stay here, all of us. Just until the army or something comes in, and takes control of the situation. Takes control of those things. Understood?"

"Alright." I said, deciding the order was a good idea.

"I am going to go and have some beans."

I walked around a table, leaving the man with his cast to rest or something, and then I went through a hall to a kitchen. Inside was a simple room and I looked through cupboards and stuff until I found a can of Hormel Chunky No Beans Chili. There was a can opener, and I used it on the can, before putting it back in my inventory in the cupboard. Then I ate the juicy slop cold as it was good to do.

I walked back to where the guy was laying down on the couch.

"Mark, you need anything, some chili? Power's out, but it's good cold."

I sat down next to him, trying to think of where my wallet was. I had left it somewhere in here.

"Wait I'll be back."

I went back down the hall, and then downstairs. The bathroom, okay so I opened the door and remembered that.. when I got the salves or something earlier, it must have been, oh the toilet. I reached down inside the toilet bowl, into a cold splosh of water and took out my wallet.

Then I went back to where Mark was.

"Back."

"We've got enough food to last us a week, but when that's all gone, we need to go back out into that hell hole of a city and find a food store." I told them sitting back on the couch, trying to relax.

I had left my wallet in the toilet, but now my keys are missing.


"I have to find something man, and yep." I said, walking back to the bathroom.



It must have dropped inside when I took the wallet.

A week went by, and food started to run low. Really low. Mark's leg was still broken. I was still trying to think of something to do. And the streets were even worse. More and more of those creatures turned up every day. And there wasn't one living person seen outside the window that whole week. No one, but the undead. Henry had taken the guest bedroom. Me and Jessica had the main bedroom. And Mark was still lying on that couch. A few days ago, while going through the cupboards looking for food in the kitchen, me and henry found two working walkie talkies, so when we did leave the flat we would still be able to phone home. Mark fonud that part funny. The quote from ET, he always said when I said phone home. That was also the only laughs we had in that whole week too. God, it went slow.

The last of the food went, it was a tin can of beans, we needed to share it, of course. Cold like always. I wondered some days if we were now the only survivors in this city, or if there was more hiding in their flats, waiting for help to show up. But help wasn't coming. Faith was lost. And so was hope. We all felt doomed. Like we were going to spend our lives like this until we died. The flat was freezing, we wrapped outselves with covers all the time. It was getting near winter. I didn't know what the date was, or even the day anymore. Only the time, my watch was still working, and hopefully it would last a few more weeks.

"That's it, the beans are now gone. Meaning we're out of food, we've got to get more. Like you all already know we've taken every last bit of food that this block has to offer. Most of it had already been taken when they left time, others didn't have time like us to store their capboards full of food for the end of the world. So now the only place we can go to get more, is the supermarkets." I explained taking out a map of the city that already had a red circle round our nearest food store was. It was at least half a mile, if we were unlucky, it would be a full mile from where we were. "So any ideas on how we're going to get to Great American?" I then asked.

"We walk or drive or something." I responded.

"We haven't got a car, and I can't start one without keys, and I don't think you could either." I replied to Henry. "And I'm not going to jump from roof to roof to get there too. Maybe we could find a sewer entrance, and go through the sewers to get there, I really can't see them being down there." Henry nodded in agreement, and I handed Jessica the walkie talkie, the other one I had in my outside pocket on my jacket. "We'll be really quick, you won't even notice that we left." "Don't lie to me, Scott." She replied.

I walked off, out through the door, and into the street. I stood there, where a gray sky hung over the dark buildings of brick and of concrete. I was just looking up at birds, their calls echoed as a flock went by through the air. I stood there on the steps waiting for Scott to finish talking to that woman who hung out in there, so that we could get some more food. I was really starving, and the beans were all gone. The place spooked me. It was just so ordinary, and barren, and the flesh eating people were around somewhere out here. I waited, looking down at my tennis shoes, and then at my jeans.

"Bye. I love you too." I said leaving the flat, me and Henry left the block. And opened up a sewer hatch in the road, the creatures were slowly getting close to us. But we got into the sewers before they got clsoe enough to bite. It was damp and smelt awful. We walked along, in the water full with crap and stuff I didn't even want to think of, I even thought I saw a dead rat a few seconds back. Better than seeing alive ones, and we saw loads of those down there. And when I say loads, I mean loads. I had the map out, making sure we going the right way, I sure didn't want to get lost here. Then we came to the ladder and the hatch that if I was right lead up to the street in front of the supermarket.

I went up first, very slowly, trying to not slip and fall back where I once stood and looked up. I moved the heavy hatch to the side, and looked around, there it was. Across the road, and next to the sidewalk. It was half a mile, like I thought at first. We were going to have trouble bringing the food back, but at least we got here safely. "It's clear," I yelled back at Henry, before climbing up onto the road. I checked out the rest of the road, a few undead walkers coming towards us. But we would be in the supermarket before they even got to where we were. I picked up a basket outside and went through the two glass front doors, and Henry followed behind me.

The entryway carpet was thick, black, and strewn with cords. We walked over them and through an other set of automatic doors into the large building constituting the supermarket center. There was going to be a few of the walking dead in here, but not enough to give us trouble unless we were unlucky to a great extent.

We passed the empty checkout, taking some clear plastic bags with us and went down to the food section. I turned as Scott paused, crouching to tie his shoe. Looking over his shoulder I saw a form stumbling in the distance, a good thirty feet down the rows of counters. He stood up and we walked off, coming upon the vegetable aisle. Past that were the things we needed, but before we could begin to get over there the odor of rotting vegetation stung deep into our lungs. It was the most terrible smell, even worse than the sewer. That was obviously to be expected, though I had tried not to think about it. This had caught us off guard. I kept on walking, past layers and layers of extensive putrefaction encrusting anything in that area, and simply walked, Scott at my side, towards the area where the canned goods were.

Then we turned a corner and we were in the aisle.

"Scott, take what you can carry, I'll do the same." I said, taking some cans of tomato soup from the shelves.

Beans, soups, and anything else that can be put in a can we put in the bags and my basket. Henry continued with the canned goods, while I went away from him to the chocolate section. Candy bars, bags of sweets. Jessica had ordered me to bring this knid of stuff back for her and the group, and to be honest, I really wanted some too.

None were out of date, excapt for the Mars bars, which were my least favourite out of all the sweets. I poured them into the basket. We would need to wrap them in news paper when we got home, to make sure they didn't melt, like the ice cream in the fridges in this place.

I went back to Henry, and his bags were full of canned goods. "Do you think we have enough to last us a month?" I asked. We needed a lot if we wanted to last a month in the flat withou leaving again. And I didn't want to go down to this place every week, because the streets were already getting more dangerous, and I really don't want to get eaten while getting food for the group, even though that sounds a bit selfish.

"I guess." I said, hesitantly enough to convey I doubted it myself.

I wasn't too sure what he was thinking, but he seemed worried, as I was. If we had to go down to this place we rolled the dice over and over on just how much luck we wanted to lose, and eventually we could end up as food, ironically enough, in a supermarket or outside of one, to these zombies. I wondered if they ever tried eating the meat in here. I doubted that too.

"I can go down here by myself if we run out," I decided, he needed to be there for Jessica and Mark, "Let's get out of here."

"Agreed. Let's go." I replied before we started walking to the exit, but was stopped by the sound of a shotgun firing. I fell over, in shock and panic, I was scared. I lay on the floor, the basket was on it's side, with all the food that once was in it now rolling along the floor away from me. I just keep swearing over and over in my mind, I felt like crying, but didn't want to make myself look like a wimp in front of Henry.

Was there other survivors in the city, that would kill someone who's alive to make sure they stayed away from their area or food? I looked over my shoulder, a zombie lay on the floor dead, with it's brians shot out. Was the shooter protecting us?

I picked myself up, and looked around. A man came out from behind a corner, holding a shotgun in one hand, and a axe in the other. I slowly stepped back, going right next to Henry. The man came a bit closer, into the light, so we could see his face. He looked like he'd been through hell, hadn't slept in months, and had a run in with one of those things every day. "We're just getting some food, we didn't know someone lived here." I explained to the man. "I'm Scott and this is my friend Henry."

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I placed the axe onto my back and lowered the shotgun. "You better be glad you spoke up sooner. I almost blew your damned head off." I pointed towards the food in their hands. "Where the hell did you get that?"

"We're in a supermarket, where else could we get stuff like this from?" I replied while picking the food up again and putting it back in the basket.