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.