“I’ve never thought I’d admit it… But I miss the sounds of car engines in a busy city. I miss the advertisements that were slammed in your face while you watched random things on YouTube. I miss movies, music, alarm clocks , books and even work. But above all I miss my family and friends. I’ve been alone for- “ A short silence followed as Heath, a 23 year old man, counted the days since he last had seen people. Blankly he stared at the mirror in front of him, where he saw the only person he could talk to. “- 3 weeks and 2 days. It was my fault to go in that building. I should’ve known that it was infested with walkers. I should’ve known…” Heath looked at the stubble bearded man with messy, short brown hair. He had blue eyes and a handsome smile. Not that he was smiling at that moment. Right now he looked serious and slightly hopeless. Heath covered the mirror up with a towel and sighed as he let his eyes wander around the apartment that he had been able to hide in before his group changed in walkers. He hadn’t eaten for almost a week and felt horrible. Tiredness was slowly taking over his body and he was about to give up. Today he’d finally try to get out of here. The small apartment looked like it was becoming smaller and smaller every day. Heath started to feel like he was going mental in here.
With a soft groan he managed to pull himself up and got back on his feet after sitting on the floor for so long. The apartment was at the second floor. Stairs were nearby, he knew. At first Heath thought about going through the window but it didn’t take him long to realize that he’d break his legs if he’d try to jump down. Besides, he’d make a lot of noise which would attract the walkers. He closed his eyes and listened. Just listened. There was no groaning, no shuffling and no heavy breathing. It was time to get out of here, he decided.
As he broke down the barricade, made from a desk, chairs and a bed, he kept looking around as if something would grab him from inside the room. Which was nonsense as there hadn’t been anything in there with him since he had entered the small apartment. After he had silently got rid of all the things that were blocking the door he slowly opened it and looked around. There was no power so it was dark. Really dark. Only the light that came through the window behind him shed some light to the long hallway. Heath could barely see the stairs which were a few meters away from him. As he stood there he noticed that his heart rate had raised and he was breathing heavily. He could feel himself shiver as he stood there. Come on, pull yourself together’ He told himself silently and straightened his back. Then he made his way to the stairs and blinked as he tried to get used to the lack of light. There was still no sound of a walker but he didn’t let himself get caught off guard. He had lost his machete and bow when they were running from the horde. He blamed himself for being the only one alive. He should’ve helped them but instead he kept running. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
When he got downstairs there was more light. Still no walkers as well. This seemed to be a good day. A small smile formed on his Heath’s lips as he made his way towards the door through which they’d entered the building. Finally the smell of rotten flesh, moist and other horrible things got replaced by fresh air. The sun did blind him though. But he didn’t mind as he enjoyed the warmth of the sun upon his pale skin. Finally he was outside. What was keeping him in there for so long? Heath didn’t quite know, maybe it was the fact that he was just frightened from the nothingness he’d see out here.
Soon he realized that it wouldn’t be nothing that was roaming around the parking lot in front of the apartment building. When his eyes had gotten used to the light he froze. There was a horde, probably the same as before he locked himself up, that were all turned towards him. Not that that surprised him as he had chuckled and roughly opened the door with a lot of noise. The first walkers were already slowly approaching him and grasping the air. The closer they got the faster they started moving. Heath looked around before he started running. He didn’t quite know what way to go but, hell, everything was better than that. He was running and running, behind him he could hear the countless feet shuffling, scraping and pounding on the street, they were faster than he could remember. Suddenly he came to a stop when, in front of him, a walker stood. Heath knew exactly who it was. His eyes widened and his mouth slowly dropped. It was as if he forgot about the walkers behind him. In front of him stood his father. His face partially torn off and skin torn up. Groans escaped his father’s throat. Heath couldn’t control his body anymore as he just stood there while walkers started closing him in. “F-Father?” He whispered softly. Tears had filled his eyes as he desperately waited for a human reply.