World of the Undead

The night was dark and silent. No motion, no sound, just the darkness.

The night is the worst.

They used to be peaceful and comforting. Now they're full of the terrors.

They're full of, them.

Everyone has a different name for what they are. Everyone who's left, anyways.

I haven't seen anyone else. I try not to leave my home unless I have to, but tomorrow would be one of those days. I'll have to risk going out of my safe home. Who am I kidding? Nowhere is safe now.

I keep my windows boarded up and have heavy blankets covering them. I can't risk them seeing me or the light coming from inside. If they did they would try and bust in. Then I'd be forced to try and escape to a new shelter. Escaping wouldn't end well. They would kill me before I could get across the street. If I got bitten or even scratched, I would become one of them.

I used to be a cop before the world practically ended. I technically still am. I still wear my uniform when I do go out. I'm sure all the other cops are dead. I wouldn't be surprised if I saw them on the streets with the others.

I lay in my bed. The only light being the dim lantern by my bed. I wouldn't risk having a brighter light, even with the windows boarded and covered.

My thoughts fill my mind until I eventually fall into sleep.

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I wake up and sit up on my mattress.

I stood on the wood floor and walked over to the window. As I peered through the blankets carefully I realized something that might ruin this whole plan.

I got up late. Normally I get up at sunrise where I'll have plenty of time to get there and get back before the sun is fully up. It gets dangerous when the sun is fully out.

The street was clear. Not one of them in sight. Sunrise is the best time to leave. Sunset is good too.

Day and night are the times where the streets are full of them. They crowd around in packs. Day is preferable over night, of course.

I push the bookshelf that barricades the door aside and sling the empty backpack that was to the side over my shoulders.

Before I walk out I grab my fully loaded glock and stick it in the holster on my right hip, the extra ammo goes in my left chest pocket.

I also grab a metal pole that used to be a stop sign. That's my main weapon. Guns are good and all, but you shoot once and you'll attract all of them in a five mile radius.

Once I was ready I creek open my door and dim sunlight fills the open space and it covers the area on my floor.

The gas station where I get my supplies is six houses down. I stepped out into the dawn light. I've made this trip four times already. I head out for the fifth.

As I walk I look down every alleyway and corner I pass. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder.

Always safe, never sorry.

Never sorry.

The longer I'm out in the open the more tense I get. My grip gets tighter on the metal.

I finally made it to the front door of the gas station and walk in.

Knowing that I was late heading out and that the sun would be fully up soon, I hurry and get the stuff I need that I can fit into my backpack.

I zip up all the pockets and sling it back up on my shoulders. Then I grab the pole and hurry out the door.

The sun was fully up by now. I start quickly walking to my home. If I were to run I would make more noise and probably attract them to me. That's a mistake I made one time on my way back to the police station before this got bad.

I was four houses away when I saw them.

Them.

The walkers.