Blurry Face

Whats happened and whats happening

                           Blurry face
                 (Walking dead inspired)
The night is hot- I can't sleep I toss and turn the small bed creaks I am reminded by the groans coming from outside how silent I have to stay.
I run my fingers through my light brown hair my hands are dirty and weather worn.
It's too hot I can't lay here anymore so I swing my legs over the bed and go to sit in the windowsill hoping it will be cooler. I press my hands against the cool glass and lean my face against the window pane.
I hear a bed creak and muffled footsteps I sit up and see my door slowly opening my heart pounds
It is a walker? Who could be there?
I reach for something to defend myself with as the door continues to open.
A loud creak as the door frame opens, it's just Carl! I sigh as he steps into the room his brown wavy hair is in his eyes and his figure is silhouetted against the pale light coming from cracks in the boards. He's my about age just turned 14,
"You scared me." I whisper resting my back against the window frame.
He sits on the bed
"What are you doing awake?" He asks
"I'd like you ask you the same thing." I say staring that the ceiling.
"My room stinks." He frowns
"What's wrong with it?" I ask
"No literally." He says
We tiptoe into his room searching for the source.
As soon as I walk into the room I know what he's talking about. The room reeks of death.
"Did you look for where it was coming from?" I ask covering my nose with my shirt
"No," he sighs "I kept hearing sounds and I was too scared."
I assume the smell is coming from the bathroom, I can also hear faint sounds coming from behind the door.
Carl puts his ear to the door and listens
"I think I hear something..." He says beckoning me to the door. I place my ear on the door listening.
There's some scratching behind the door and I hear something bumping around
Something grabs my shoulder! I flail my arms and Carl yells. My elbow makes contact with something and it falls back into the dresser
The lights turn on and Carl's dad Rick is standing in the doorway.
"Oh no." I hear Carl say as he rushes over to help the poor person I accidentally elbowed and sent tumbling into the dresser.
It's Ron! Oh crap he already doesn't like us.
Rick is joined in the door way by machone and carol.
"What going on in here?!" Rick yells