Raza was entirely out of his element. The infestation around where he normally resided had upped slightly though nothing seemed to compare to what was happening elsewhere. Gunfire and the moans of the undead had kept him wide awake. Why were so many people risking their safety with guns? He hadn’t been out of his little shelter in far too long and had no idea what was truly happening. So much of him didn’t want to know but he had to find out. What if he died because he wanted to remain the hermit he had become? His parents would be entirely disappointed.
He dragged himself free of the small shelter and walked slowly towards the end of the alleyway. It was getting close to dusk and he hoped that would help to keep him hidden. He had a simple knife and if there were more than simply the undead around...well, he wasn’t sure he’d make it. His eyes caught on someone across the street and for a moment, he thought they were dead. But then they moved in a way that made him realize they were entirely alive and what were they doing alone? The walkers had grown far more in numbers than he had even imagined. He moved quickly to head towards the other survivor, his knife in hand, his eyes darting around nervously.
“Hey!” he whispered as he grew closer, brows pulled together firmly. He wasn’t one to seek out conversation these days but he wanted to figure out what was happening and surely this person must have known more than him.
