Spence awake to the sound above him. Someone must be in the building. It has been awhile since he had heard noises that were not of the dead. He did not even have time to process that there might be survivors in the building before he heard them. The moans were overpowering, more than he had ever heard. Creeping slowly over to his third story window he saw something that made his heart sink. Beyond count, they were everywhere on the street. Best guess is someone ran into the building to hide from this crowd of walkers. Unknowingly ruining his perfect hiding spot. In the past 7 or so months he has been lucky enough to stay in his apartment and scavenge supplies from the remaining apartment in the building. There was 16 apartments in all 4 floors with 4 apartments on each. He knew he was the only one staying in here as he had already gotten through all of them within the first two months with his roommate.
Spence’s roommate Brad was another college kid that went out for medication for a cold 4 months ago and never came back. He never questioned it but hoped he wasn’t an enemy now. Either way reminiscing now wasn’t the time. He grabbed his water, few cans of food, also all of the medication off of the counter and threw it all in the oversize camping backpack. The moans were ever increasing and seemed to get twice as loud every minute. He knew people would have had a tough time getting into the building they would really have to be dedicated as all the exits are secured from the inside with sofas and other large furniture from the lower level apartments.
At this point he grabbed his backpack and shoved his baseball bat in. He shouldered his .308 and then he decided to carry the tire iron he grabbed from his car so many months ago when things first went downhill. He always had a plan that going downstairs to the underground parking garage that his building and the building across the street shared as the exit from here is on the other side of the block. He can only hope it was clear enough to be manageable. He was down to the lobby in no time and as expected he didn’t run into anything living or dead. Which made him wonder what he had heard upstairs as the walkers thought it must be important. “No time to worry about that now” he told himself. He could hear them banging on the glass in the lobby. He pulled his key out to access the garage and opened the door slowly.
Spence’s roommate Brad was another college kid that went out for medication for a cold 4 months ago and never came back. He never questioned it but hoped he wasn’t an enemy now. Either way reminiscing now wasn’t the time. He grabbed his water, few cans of food, also all of the medication off of the counter and threw it all in the oversize camping backpack. The moans were ever increasing and seemed to get twice as loud every minute. He knew people would have had a tough time getting into the building they would really have to be dedicated as all the exits are secured from the inside with sofas and other large furniture from the lower level apartments.
At this point he grabbed his backpack and shoved his baseball bat in. He shouldered his .308 and then he decided to carry the tire iron he grabbed from his car so many months ago when things first went downhill. He always had a plan that going downstairs to the underground parking garage that his building and the building across the street shared as the exit from here is on the other side of the block. He can only hope it was clear enough to be manageable. He was down to the lobby in no time and as expected he didn’t run into anything living or dead. Which made him wonder what he had heard upstairs as the walkers thought it must be important. “No time to worry about that now” he told himself. He could hear them banging on the glass in the lobby. He pulled his key out to access the garage and opened the door slowly.
