Keep walking and keep the pace.

The thunder began to be heard in the heavens causing John to wake up and fall to the ground, the fall was enough for his dream to disappear, and he looked at the window of his room observing that the streets were totally empty, the houses, most of them they had the doors open, the cars in the streets had blood inside and outside of them.

John had gone to bed thinking he was having a bad dream and thought that just falling asleep would be enough, but this only brought him to reality.

John began to remove the furniture that had been placed in the door of his room one after another until he released the door and left his room, reaching the stairs where he found the pool of blood on the floor where he had killed the person who had entered to the house.

John began to imagine little by little in the same situation happening, person after person entering his house to attack him, so he began to recharge the weapon and observed that he only had 10 bullets remaining after loading the revolver.

The situation seemed to get worse every second, television did not transmit anything, the internet did not work, but at least it still had electricity although you could not say the same about food. His refrigerator was almost empty, the only things inside it was a can of sardines and a liter yogurt.

On the other hand John began to feel hungry and ate the can of sardines, but that alone could not appease his hunger, so he decided to go out and cross it to his neighbor's house, where the front door was open and a puddle of fresh blood lay in front of it, as if it had been very recent, John did not hesitate to have prepared the revolver in case of being attacked by someone inside the house.

Upon entering the house John could see that the interior was a total disaster, the walls with blood furniture on the floor, broken windows and mirrors and in the kitchen the 8-year-old daughter of the owner of the house lay dead.

"Oh, my God, I think I'm going to throw up."

John said as he covered his mouth and started to felt nauseous as he watched the little girl corpse's lying on the floor, her insides seemed to be scattered throughout the kitchen and hers throat had been torn as if a wild animal had attacked her.

John had no choice but to enter the kitchen and begin to check drawer after drawer finding multiple options to satisfy his appetite, only that this was not the right place to do it, not near the girl's corpse.

John was about to leave the house when he began to think that his neighbor had a weapon hidden somewhere in the house so John climbed the stairs and began to check the rooms on the second floor.

"It's not much, but it will do if I find a weapon that uses these bullets." John said counting the bullets inside a box.

He managed to find in a room where there was a box of 9 millimeter bullets with 20 bullets in it inside the closet, John felt like an invader entering his neighbor's house without his permission but when he had woken up he could see the pool of blood in the front door, so he decided to try his luck if there was someone inside the house hiding.

Without a doubt, it seemed that the situation was getting worse with every second that passed, strangely in the street of the neighborhood there was no sign that someone was present, nor dogs or anything moving, he could not even see birds flying in the sky.

When leaving the house to the street, John could still see some cars stopped in the middle of the street or parked on the sidewalk and some bicycles thrown in the street.

Strangely, in the house next to John's, a strange sound came as if things were being thrown from one place to another and a shadow passed through the window of the second floor.

John did not want to meet one of those things again, but he had to make sure that person on the second floor was not one of those putrefying monsters, John decided to approach the house slowly with his revolver pointed towards the front entrance when entering the house it was immaculate, the furniture was intact and everything seemed in perfect condition, as if the owners had never moved or as if someone had entered that house, but again a sound on the second floor confirmed that there was someone inside the house.

"Whoever is on the second floor, get off immediately and I will not shoot you in the face." John shouted pointing toward the stairs causing the sound to stop.

"I'll count to five, if you do not go down by the time I get to five I'll go up and shoot you as soon as I see you." John said his last warning starting to count.

"One!"

....

"Two!"

...

"T-"

"Okay, I'll get off right away, just do not shoot me please." a voice said from the second floor showing his hand with an open palm.

A young man came out of the corner, letting himself be seen on the stairs, he was a teenager who had a white jacket with a hood and a blood stain on his chest.

"Slowly descend the stairs to here and if you have any weapons, throw it at me." John said pointing his revolver at the young man who had both hands up.

"Okay, I will, but I beg you do not shoot me." The young man said slowly bringing his hand to the back of her waist, pulling out a gun and throwing it at John's feet.

"Well, now come up here-" At that moment John's back door opened and one of those creatures jumped up against him while the young man ran down the stairs, John shook himself, preventing this thing from biting him in the neck and achieving to get rid of it until the young man shot the creature in the head, the gun had been shot close to the side of the ear of John which made him stupefy for a few moments, while the young man threw the corpse to the sidewalk and block the door with a coat holder that was right next to the door.

The young man put his hand behind the back of John pushing and helping him up the stairs while the door was being hit incessantly and you could hear the sounds of windows being destroyed, on reaching the second floor the young man kept pushing John until that both entered the room that seemed to be that of the owners of the house, the next thing the young man did was start moving the furniture blocking the door to the second floor hallway and barricading himself with john in the room.

A few seconds later the main door was opened downstairs and the multiple feet of people could be heard going up the stairs, going to the kitchen and other parts of the houses until they started banging on the door of the room where john and the young man were entrenched.

"Damn, we're stuck in this room, we should get out, or we'll be a couple of corpses!" The young man said looking around, seeing that his only exit was the window.

The young man opened the window and looked down noticing that there were many of these creatures running through the streets and on the sidewalks which made it impossible to get down and escape alive from that house, although at that time John had other plans and took the bullets from 9 millimeters from your pocket leaving them on the floor.

"Hey, if we're going to die, let's fight at least." John told the young man as he checked the drum of his revolver.

"I have some remaining shots, and there are twenty bullets of 9 millimeters, check if they work for your weapon." John said standing up and getting ready to start firing.

John slowly began to pull the trigger while watching the door blocked with furniture moving by the blows of the creature, and he looked back watching as the young man kept the bullets and entered the closet.

"Get in here, do not behave irrationally, we will not win, there are thousands of them out there, the best we can do is hide and wait for them to leave!" The young man said being inside the closet waiting for John to enter with him.

John looked at the door of the room and then the closet a couple of times until he decided to go into the closet shutting himself up with the young man, listening as in a few seconds the door of the room was knocked down, allowing many of these creatures to enter at the same time.

John was totally blind at that time, but he could clearly hear the fear in the young man who was with him in the closet, realizing the stupidity he had been about to commit.

John and the young man remained in total silence allowing the weariness and darkness to embrace them, calming them until no sound in the house or outside on the street could be heard, in that the young man was the first to come out and begin to review The room, John came out of the closet could see the blood stains on the floor.

"...I'll be honest, I do not know what's going on and I'd love to know, what were those things?" John asked completely ignorant of the situation in which he was currently.

"It's the end of the world, that's what it is, apparently the corpses of the cemetery seem to rise from the grave and start biting the living, my name is Kevin, by the way." The young man said giving a vague explanation of the situation although john anyway I can not understand.

"Could you be more specific with" End of the world "and that means that the corpses of the cemetery were raised?" John said.

"It would be good manners to introduce yourself first and I mean there are zombies in the streets, the one that attacked you in the front door of the house was a zombie and all who entered here were also zombies." Kevin said, feeling disgusted that John did not say his name.

"Fine, my name is john, and zombies?, it's the most ridiculous and stupid thing I hear in my life, zombies are movie creatures, they do not exist." John answered by saying his name and still without believing a word that Kevin said.

"They are zombies and it's all I know, a couple of days ago it started in Norway, according to the information that there was on the Internet some strange and violent attacks were randomly in Norway which were increasing uncontrollably until they started to appear in different parts of the world, the skeptics began to insure their houses and to arm themselves. " Kevin explained.

"You have a weapon ... you know how to use it?" John asked watching Kevin who was holding his gun while his hand trembled.

"Of course, I played a lot of games, of course I know how to use it ..." Kevin said while John decided not to ask any more questions since Kevin had previously saved him by shooting one of the zombies in the head.

"What were you doing in this house?" John began to ask Kevin what his intentions were with that house while they both decided to leave the house to the street.

"He was looking for supplies, ammunition, weapons, medicines, everything needed for an apocalypse, that's what I learned in games, you should always be ready, looking to have some weapon in the house, but it was you and stop me if I had had my weapon loaded, most likely we would have started firing at each other. " Kevin said looking around watching the thousands of bloodstained footsteps that went beyond the neighborhood.

John on the other hand began to feel more and more concerned about his son and daughter since they had not answered the phone when he had called.

"Very well, what do we need to survive? I need to find my children." John said to Kevin, but he shook his head in denial.

"I'm afraid, maybe your family is already dead, it's better to move on, we can not stay still, or we'll die and the first thing we need would be weapons and a fast means of transport, I had planned to visit the armory that was a couple of kilometers away...I think it was called the eye of the drunken hunter." Kevin said revealing his plans.

"If we are lucky, the place will still keep some weapons and bullets that we can take and in the way we could follow the street and find a vehicle, although I doubt that any of the vehicles in the streets will not work." Kevin said approaching a car that still had the key on, but when trying to start it it did not respond.

"Hey, I'm afraid that car has dead battery, I think it's just a matter of walking to that armory that you say, at least until we find a vehicle." John said pointing to the distance where the city was.

"Come on, we need to keep walking and keep the pace." John said beginning to walk heading to the city.