It’s the thirty seventh day and  I barely escaped that zombie mob.  Still no sign of survivors. I’ll need to head out tomorrow to find some more . 

It gets dark and I head to bed. Its really hard to sleep when a mob of zombies comes by your house. 

What’s that noise? Is someone inside the house? I think its coming from the kitchen. 

I walk closer with my pistol ready. I see two girls.

“Hands up!” I shout.

“ How did you know I was here?” she asked.

I heard them before I saw them, so they were just dumb.