13LostSoul

"How many are there left in the city?"  I asked looking at the map of the city. "Too many."  Faline replied.  I shook my head.  I glanced at her almost to say 'that didn't answer my question'.  "About 2,000."  I gritted my teeth and swung around and hit the wall.  It cracked the moment I came in contact with it.  Damn it.  They're going in numbers to quickly.  I let my fist fall to my side.  I turned back to her, but I made sure I looked calmer. "How many of us are left?"  She looked down at her tablet, probably to figure out how many of us had died today.  She stopped moving her hand and closed her eyes.  She sighed. "Only 37, Raven."  She o

I carried the supplies down the alley.  I knew that none of the undead was down this way, because I had assigned twenty-three people to make sure this alley and the streets it was connected to kill every single zombie that came through here.  I stopped at a door.  I kicked at it since my hand were full, I couldn't take out my key to the door to unlock it.  I heard footsteps come up to the door and then stop.  "What's the password?" "Open the fucking door, Henry."  I said.  The lock on the door clicked and the doorknob. "You're no fun."  He said once I could see him. "You really think a password is that fun?"  I said as I stepped past him and

I picked up some wood that was left in an abandoned apartment building. The apartment I was in had broken glass all over the floor. Some of the glass was from the window and other glass was from beer bottles and wine glasses. I placed the wood down next to the door and started to walk over to the kitchen. I started to open and close drawers, looking for weapons, building equipment, first aid kits, and pretty much anything that could help. I finally opened a drawer with a bunch of hunting knives. Jackpot. I thought. I picked up one of the knives and felt the tip. I held the knife by the blade and threw it. I hit a picture and it fell off the