Ricky looked outside. About 20 or so zombies were clamoring, trying to get into the apartment that he was in. He decided to try to get onto another building and start running from them. He went into a room on the other side of the apartment. He saw some buildings that he could easily get onto. He opened the window and jumped onto the building. He jumped for a few buildings until there were only a few zombies in the streets. He went onto the street. He saw a small store that still had quite a bit of food. He went inside and started putting food into the bag. Inside, there was a room near the back. He went inside and saw a sleeping bag, and few other bits of furniture. "The owner must've lived in here" he said quietly. He went into the room. He locked the door, in case a zombie or a person tries to get in. He decided to sit on a chair and wait.