C-4: Good Rest?.

In the dead of night, as silent as a spider, a man stealthily ran across an open field.

'some idiot riled up a horde recently ' the man thought as he stabbed another zombie in the back of its head. A horde is a pretty common and dangerous occurrence, whenever someone makes a lot of noise, a bunch of the undead will combine together and chase after you.

The man runs past a few houses that look broken in, before he stops at one. He looks around the house a bit, and noticed a surprising sight, a man, probably the one to form the horde, was sleeping on a bed in front of a door, which I assume is the entrance to the room.

'That's smart of him, and if he's that terrified this window would also be locked' I reached for the window, after cutting the screen protecting the window, and tried lifting it. 'yep, locked' only to freeze and stare as the man rolled over.

he rolled over facing the window, he looked like he was still sleeping.

I take out some lockpicks and got to work, it's a rather unique and rare lock, as I've only seen 1 other like this, but a welcoming sight as it's easily pickable for me.

3 tense minutes and another roll over ( this time laying on his back ) I am able to unlock the window, I quickly put away my tools and gently open the window, being as slow as possible to not wake up the occupant.

The man, after several minutes, opened the window wide enough for him to climb through, and with a small fall he lands silently on the ground, no noise to be heard as he slowly walks over to the still sleeping man.

As the dark figure looks over the sleeping man he can't help but grin.

'this is sad, he wouldn't have survived in this world anyways' he thinks as he plunges his knife into the sleeping man's chest.

The man's eyes shot open and the dark figure had to press his body onto him to keep him pinned down, constantly stabbing him in the chest all the while.

A few moments later the once sleeping man breathes his last breath, his eyes and mouth wide open in terror, the once clean clothing he wore now drenched in his own blood.

'tch damn blood will never come out, gonna have to burn these clothes. Now let's see what this loser had.'

A few minutes of digging later, and he was thoroughly unimpressed.

'who goes around with only a shitty rebar and a hammer for a weapon?

At least his leather pouch has something good in it.'

The man thinks as he eats the almonds that were in the bag.

The man, still as silent as ever, jumps through the window again, 1 bag of almonds richer.

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Author here, I don't know how to make this book say completed, but it is. Short I know, but I got bored of this and am already writing something else, I won't publish until I have a few chapters already, but just so you guys know to look out for a new story by me, which is hopefully better than this lol.

Til next time, K9 out.