Ricky washed his face with a bit of water. As he looked in the mirror, he saw a zombie behind. "Shit" he said, as he reached for his gun. He stabbed it right in the head with the knife on the gun. "This place won't last much longer. I better get out of here". As he looked outside, he saw quite a bit of zombies going towards... somewhere. "Where the fuck are they going?". He climbed up a nearby fire escape. It made a bit of sound, though only four or five zombies noticed him. He figured it would take them a few minutes to get up, so he ignored him for the time being. He took out his melee weapon though. He saw that they were going to a nearby church. "That place isn't going to last much longer". He saw that the zombies have gotten up. He ran and stabbed one on the head. He killed two more, though he couldn't get the small axe out of its head. The last zombie was only a few feet from him. He grabbed it, and pushed it near the edge. He ran up and kicked it down. He saw the brains splatter all over the ground. He grabbed his weapon out of the zombies head, with a splatter of blood going onto his face. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop to get close enough to the church to see what was going on.