I wake up to the sound of my door creaking, I listened for a while before actually getting good up and seeing what it was. Chris must have forgotten to close it when he got up earlier, I made my way down stares only to find the living room empty. First thing to come to mind is 'what day is it?' I find the calendar and find that it's Saturday, no school, no work, training isn't till noon, where is everyone?
I search the entire house, backyard, woods, and sheds only to find them all empty, where the Hell is everyone? I tried calling Danes phone, no answer tried Noels phone, no answer tried Chris's phone and yet another voice mail. I slip on a shirt and my pair of combat boots and make my way outside when all of a sudden I hear a bang against the sliding door, it scared the shite out of me, I thought I was alone but I guess not. I run to the kitchen and grab the biggest knife they had and proceeded to the door with great caution, I finally make it to the door and peer outside only to find a bloody handprint the size of my own smeared against the clean glass. What tha hell?!? I go to open the door but stop in my tracks when I see what had made the print, I guy about my age is wondering around the backyard, clothes torn, hair crazy, mouth dripping with dark dark blood, what happened to him?
I unlock the door and step outside,I was holding the knife in my hand so tight it was turning my knuckles white. My first instinct is to call out to him but I know in my gut that's a terrible idea, as I get closer I realize he looked just like my mother that frightful night. I just happen to step on a damn stick, this action had a terrible reaction, the thing whirled around and stared at me with those dark soulless eyes, he made his way towards me at an impressing pase luckily I had been running all my life and was able to get back inside just in time.
He just stood there banging against the door, his expression was blank just like his eyes, it's like he had nothing to think and nothing was on his mind. I was startled by the door slamming shut, I whipped around and almost stabbed Matt, if he wasn't so quick I would have stabbed him in the stomach. He looked me dead on and knew something was wrong, he looked past me to the creature standing outside banging on the door. His expression was worrisome, something none of us have seen since he got here.
First thing to come out of my mouth was "Where the hell have you been?" I then enveloped him in an awkward man hug, he didn't like that very much cause he tensed up as if I had done something wrong, I let go quickly and stepped out of his path to the door. His only reply to my question was "I was on a run." I then asked "Do you know what that thing is?" He walked up to the door and put his hand up to the glass, he paused for a moment speechless, he just stood there motionless staring at it, "Matt! Matt!!" He shook his head as if in a trance and turned towards me, he nodded his head and said "Yes, that thing right there is A Walker." What the hell is a walker?
