He shrugged the thought off and stepped inside. It was quiet inside, He had been doing this long enough to not take that at face value. He whistled loudly. "Dinner bell!" Just like that two zombies stumbled out from the room to the right of the door. He swung the axe at the one on the left, the blade slicing clean through it's neck and sending the head flying across the room. The second one was already on him before he could swing again and lunged at him. He held the axe handle in front of his chest to keep the zombie's arm away from him. The zombie gripped the handle, and the two of them began to grapple. Gritting his teeth he shoved the zombie away from him, his axe still in its hands. Quickly yanking his hammer from his belt he pushed the corpse to the ground and smashed the hammer into the zed's head was nothing but mush. Breathing a quick sigh of relief and standing back onto his feet he began to compose himself again. "Damn I'm getting rusty." He said with a small laugh to himself as he wiped the blood off of his face with his sleeve. Taking up his axe again he went about searching the rest of the house.
The kitchen proved to be a fruitful endeavor: six cans of food three boxes of cereal and some soda, some duct tape and tools, and some pretty sharp kitchen knives made it all in all a pretty decent score and he still hadn't searched the rest of the house. He loaded the stuff from the kitchen into some tote bags he had found in the pantry, pocketing one of the knives for himself. A scratching sound echoed from the basement door near the kitchen. He laid his axe to the side and pulled out the kitchen knife and walked towards the basement door. Deciding to throw caution to the wind he pushed open the door and brandished the knife ready to stab whatever was behind the door. Unfortunately for him, he was knocked over by something before he could do anything. Standing on top of him was a large
doberman pinscher. The dog excitedly licked his face again seeming genuinely happy to see someone in what Moses could only guess was the first time since everything started. At the very least it wasn't trying to bite his throat out. He scratched behind the dog's ear and chuckled. "Nice to meet you too, but I need you to get off of me." He nudged the dog off of him and it stood close to him as he got back to his feet. Since the dog had come from there he figured the basement was probably zombie-free so he walked down the dog following close behind him.
The first thing Moses noticed in the basement was the smell. He was to floored by the smell to really wonder if it was the rotting corpse of the poor bastard who had blown his brains out with a shotgun to the right of the room or all of the areas where the dog had clearly been handling its business. "Oh fuck that's fou- Holy fuck..." The basement was filed with crates and shelves full of dry food and a large gun cabinet. Not taking his eyes off of the veritable treasure trove he was gazing upon he reached into his pocket for the radio Jess handed him earlier. "Um I don't know whose listening to this but I need some back up. I don't think I'm going to be able to carry all this shit by myself." The excitement in his voice was barely contained.