Wondering

As he cautiously walked down the long, desolate suburban road,dry leaves of the last season danced in the light breeze. The further he walked, the more the trees began to dissipate. Before long the golden sun had pierced the tree line and it's blinding rays shone in his eyes. But, he showed no emotion.
Snap!
He froze, his head darted around...
"Oh, it's just you," he said in a relieved voice.
"Who else would it be?"
"You know... One of those... Things," he responded.
"Look J.R I told you" he waited for J.R to turn around and face him "this area is clear!
"Jack!" J.R said sternly "you can't be too careful... You know what happened to the others," his head dropped.
"Jack!" Whispered J.R " get behind the fence".
" why what's going on?" Questioned Jack frantically.
Without saying a word J.R pointed to a dark figure. As it shambled closer, it's features became visible. Glassed, clouded eyes occupied its lifeless face. It was like staring into a... Void. Green and grey 'skin' peeled off revealing its mangled organs.
"Let's go!"
Still crouching they made there way into a large green house with boarded up windows.
"We'll spend the night here."

28th July Diary entry 24

It's a month today since the first case of the virus. Jack and I are hunkered down in a boarded up house but it don't know how long we have. Our food and water supply is running low. My raid on the shop was a failure; I ran into one of those tribes. I can't tell Jack. His morale is low as it is, it would kill him. I .......miss the others.

Just as J.R closed the old leather journal he Heard the unmistakable sound of a snapping twig. His head spontaneously jerked up towards one of the boarded up windows. He peered through a crack in one of the planKs. A hoard of rotting corpses was shambling malevolently towards the makeshift fortress. J.R sprinted into the other room where Jack was peacefully sleeping, blissfully unaware of the impending doom. He shook Jack violently until he woke from his deep slumber.
"What's going on?" Groaned Jack as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "They're everywhere!" exclaimed J.R as he frantically gathered his gear. Jack jumped into action, his instinct taking over. After only two minutes they were both ready to leave. They slowly crept towards the back door which had been blocked by a large dresser. After clearing the door, J.R dug into his bag and pulled out a Glock 17. "Prepare for the worst" he said in a sad whisper. Jack nodded.
"Go!" Jack pushed down on the handle and cautiously stepped outside.
A veil of inky blackness engulfed the pair immediately. The stench of mortality filled their lungs and bitter late Autumn frost stabbed at their hands. Before long the hoard had spotted the terrified survivors and a chase ensued. The pair ran for what felt like an age before they were greeted by a three metre high wall adorned with barbed wire. Jack scrambled to find a way around. It was in vain. Their heads dropped.
"It's over" sighed Jack.
"Look.....I.....I'm not going out without a fight" said J.R sternly. "Ok" said Jack raising his head once more.
The groaning hoard dawned at the end of the alleyway, flesh dripping from decrepit bones. Jack raised the gun. He aimed and fired. The shambling bodies fell like skittles one by one until there was a sole bullet remaining. " you know what to do" whispered J.R, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"I'm so so sorry" sobbed J.R. Pulling the gun up to their heads "forgive me".