I walk into the hallway of the abandon house. Blood and rotten flesh filling my noes with each step I take down the dark hallway, not knowing what could be lurking, just waiting for it’s next pray, its about ten at night I would say. I knock on the hallway wall besides me. Knock... Knock... Knock... Knock... Nothing. I take my bag from my shoulder, dropping it on the hard wooden floor, careful not to make any sudden noise. I sink down the wall, putting my hand in the bag, rummaging through to find my flashlight. I feel it in my hand, pulling it out of my messy bag. I grab it and turn it on the brightness of the flash blinds me of my site and knowing of my surroundings. Blinking, to get use to the light’s brightness that's now currently on. After a couple minutes I get use to the light I shine the white light down the dark hallway. I start to walk down the hallway slowly to try to avoid  attracting unwanted attention, that I always seem to end up in. I hear the floor boards creek behind me, I slowly turn my head around, looking into the hall, I see nothing. Thinking and wondering to myself what made the creek. All of a sudden, I hear a low growl behind me. I jerk around to be face to face with a creature about a foot taller than me. The smell intoxicating me, suppressing the urge to gag or even throw up what little I have in my stomach. I react quickly since I've been in this situation more than once like Ive said, always attracting unwanted attention. I raise my hand, reaching to my back to where my blade is held. I pull my blade from its container latched onto my back and pull it to the side of my body, turning my foot, to quickly spin my right hip slightly as I slice through the brain. The flesh eating monster falls to the floor covering the wooden floor and me in blood. I shudder knowing Ive just been coated in more then one persons' organs. I wipe my forearm against my forehead, smearing the thick red liquid on my forehead more which was the opposite of what I wanted. I internally groan from this, nonetheless I continue to walk down the hallway, having my back against the wall this time so I would be able to see both sides of the hallway. I make it down the hallway without seeing another one of those creatures. I take one step and the floor creaks, a could hear faint groans. I sigh to myself and walk forward more, not making the floorboards creak and cover the light of my flashlight with my freehand. I spin my head around the corner and see three of those hideous monsters. I flick  my flashlight off, sticking it in my back pocket, knowing the things in my bag would draw attention if I tried to put the light in. The moon light is shining right through the windows to let me see the creatures looking for their new pray. I grab four of my throwing knifes and throw one, missing my target. Throwing another, I end up hitting the first non-human. The close Biters as what I call them notice, now looking around. Throwing two more, and successfully killing both of them. Their dead bodies drop to the floor. I walk quietly to the last one who looks lost starring at the others. Trying not to chuckle, I slice the sharp blade through its brain dead sorry excuse for a skull and walk away down into a room. Its a little girls’ room. Bunk beds with pink and blue covers, draws with a bunch of colorful stickers and some random toys scattered on the floor. I start to walk again, not bothering to look in the children's’ room anymore. I walk forward until I get to a dark staircase. I take my foot, placing it in which is a place I think would make less sound and start slowly walking, more like creeping up the staircase hallway. I walk up them, careful in each step. I get to the top and hear groans from one room. I walk to the other rooms on this floor and see that they’re all clear. As I take a step towards the door, I notice books are scattered. Everywhere. I look to see some note-type paper with words scribbled on it. “Sam” was written on the white slip of paper tapped, or glued, to the door. I look down and see a message written in chock on the same door. Of course with my curiosity, I try and read it, forgetting there was a biter inside, “walker inside got my shoe didnt get me” Well then. I chuckle to myself quietly for the first time in a long time, the feeling unnatural and abnormal. I took out the biter, walking down the hall not caring if attention is on me. I walk outside looking to see a flash of green I swerve my glance to the tree on my left. I smirk knowingly. That tree is too easy to climb for me, others, not so much. I run to the tree and climb to the top. Climbing up, almost slipping and falling a couple time I’m finally at the top. Once at the top, I sit down on the branch I'm stood on at this moment. I stick my hand into my bag and pull out a thick and very uncomfortable rope. I tie the rope around my bony and unhealthy body, and wrap it around the base of the tree then tie the rope together enough to make sure I don't move, or fall. I dig out a can of old food, looking at the label, something actually good. Chicken noodle soup. I grab my plastic spoon which surprisingly Ive kept for what seems like forever Id say a month or so. I dip my spoon into the half empty can and bring the plastic utensil to my dry mouth. I finish my last spoonful and snag my water bottle. Only three quarters full, though that may seem like quite a bit, its really not; so I have to be careful with how much I drink. You never know when is your next meal or drink now a days in this disgrace of a world we knew as Earth. I take two sips, savoring the taste of the thing I never thought I would love to drink so much and put the bottle into my bag. I lean against the hard bark on the tree and drift into slumber.I wake up, still tied to the hard bark of the tree. It's looks like the sun is just coming up so I'd say it was maybe five, maybe six in the morning. I stretch my legs and arms still tied to the tree. Last time I wasn't tied to the tree and stretched, let's just say I fell really hard for the ground. I untie myself from the tree and stuff the itchy rope into my backpack. I grab the branch I had slept on and climb down until I was hanging off of a branch. I was about two feet from the ground and I just don't think and jump. Once I hit the ground I roll to soften the fall and not to damage my legs or anything primary to my body. I start to walk down into the woods where I came from. I was wandering around until I hit a railroad. I inspect the railroad, thinking for a couple of seconds before I coming up with an idea that there could be good, or bad, people along these tracks. Then start walking down the middle of the railroad. I take my Japanese steel blade that’s probably the most thing keeping me sane. Always wondering and thinking about what would happen? Would this end? What happens if there is no more humans or any living creatures on Earth? How death is around everyone and is everywhere now, screams and cries for help always heard but always ended so soon. Continuously, I walk forward for about an hour. Starting to get tired of walking, but not actually tired, so that's a good thing. I look left, right, from my back, then forward again to make sure it's safe to sit down for a little while. I start walking and feel something grasp my arm. I turn around, my long blade at waiting orders when I'm suddenly tackled. I mutter a curse struggling to get free. One thing I know for sure, not to yell. It will only attract more and if I do get out of this, they’ll be more waiting. I grip the undead's wrists and push forward. Not wanting the undead to take a bite out of me.
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