"Dangerous"(UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

"Don't bother me"

I woke to the sound of the dead banging on my door as usual, starting my morning routine of getting up, opening the door to my basement closet of 3 years putting on my usual attire which is all black with a leather jacket tying the black bandanna around my head while walking to my wall of weapons.
I grabbed my pocket knives sliding them into my boots, put my thigh holsters on slid my pistols in them then strapped on my back holster my swords going in there with a swish, put on my black finger less leather gloves then slipped my precious sniper onto my back with caution. Filling the big pockets of my cargo pants with 2 of my pocket knives, brass knuckles and grabbed my chain like whip.
Rubbing my fingers over my gold key necklace taking a moment and kissing it. I walked into my kitchen area grabbing a granola bar and a water bottle nibbling and sippin' walking out of the basement pressing the button behind the tarp, everything turning into just a plain big space of nothing.

'Still cool even after three years'

I climbed onto my roof through an upstairs window and just sat down and enjoyed the morning air and soft breeze, eating and taking sips of my breakfast looking into the scenery bored as usual there's not much to do these days other than seat here and watch Z's walk around aimlessly.
After a moment of silence, it's cut off by the sound of a engine, immediately taking the sniper off my back and looking through the scope ready to shoot at a moments notice. I see a black truck heading down my street a group made of 4 female and 4 male hop out, stretching and talking for a bit then splitting up and going in different houses. A long period of silence followed a gun shot is suddenly heard causing everyone to run out the houses just to find a bunch of Z's blocking the entrance and exit of the street.

"HOW DID THEY GET HERE THAT FAST"!
Yells a older women with braided black hair in disbelief they all raised their weapons, well the people who had weapons and started firing.

"WE NEED TO FIND SHELTER, THERES TOO MANY"! A old man with Santa hair yelled over the gunfire
"WHAT ABOUT THAT HOUSE AT THE END OF THE STREET!"a red haired girl yelled  pointing exactly to my house
"OKAY...COME ON!"said the same lady and everyone made a quick run to my house with the occasional look and shoot but the Z's were catching up to them.
I decide to show out tying my bandanna around my mouth pulling my scarf above my eyes making sure not to show myself or any part of my skin. Got into position, taking a deep breath and letting the show begin. 
When the group got to the door of my house and looked back all the Z's were dead.
"Did you do that 10k?"
"No"
"It was probably Jesus"
"Ow"
"Stop being stupid"
"I'm not stupid, you're stupid"
"Who the hell thinks of Jesus when their about to die"
"Oh, I don't know EVERYONE"!!!
"Some people are atheists, how can you be so inconsiderate"
"HEY!"
"Let's just get inside before anymore show up"

I jumped off the ledge of the house landing on my feet.

'I really need to stop doing that'

Strapped my sniper to my back fishing my chain like whip out of my pocket and pressed my back against the wall of the house near the door and listened.

"I have some Z weed, I just need to put it in something... what about this family picture"
"What no that's wrong"
"Well lucky for you I don't give a shit and plus their probably long dead anyway and walk-in around biting peoples faces off they'll never know"
A glass shatters along with it a name "MURPHY"!
"WHAT!"
"PUT THE PICTURE DOWN!"
With all this yelling more Z's are bound to show up. Idiots.
"NO THANK YOU, I'M TIRED OF EVERYONE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I'M GOING TO USE THIS PICTURE TO SMOKE SOME Z WEED!"

I had enough of listening to the conversation, busting into the house to see him about to light my family picture on fire and whipped out my chain wrapping it around his throat and pulling which caused him to jerk forward and I slammed him against the wall with the foot of my boot against his windpipe cutting off his airflow in a quick motion I wrapped my chain around my wrist, pulling out my two guns, one to his face and one to the group across from me and cocked them the sound echoing through the room and I looked him dead in the eyes while he chocked.
"They told you to stop" I said calmly pressing even harder to his throat causing his odd blue skin to slowly change to red.
"HEY HEY HEY"!!!
"Calm down"
"We need him"
"He's a father"
I observed him in silence for moment the tension in the room thick.
"Sure looks like a role model....No smoking in the house especially with my stuff"
Taking my boot off his throat and putting my guns down, I dipped down to pick up my picture folding and tucking it in my back pocket. Turning to the group, Murphy shifted behind me until he got to their side and I raised my gun.
"State your names, business etc".
Immediately a woman with the braided ponytail stepped forward
"Lieutenant Roberta Warren coastguard of the National guard in Missouri"
"That's Addy" pointing to the short red haired girl who pointed my house out
"That's Doc" pointing to Santa Clause who bowed
"Murphy" the blue skinned bastard who rolled just his eyes
"Selene" a blonde pregnant woman
"Cassandra" a long black haired girl with a bite mark on her face
"Vasquez" a tall man with ripped muscles
"10k" a blue green eyed boy with black hair and pale skin
I took a moment to stare at them and they took a moment to do the same probably wondering what I looked like under the scarf, I put my guns in my holsters and chain in my pocket pulling my bandanna and scarf off.
"Viper"
Warren who was about to open her mouth never got a chance to speak.
"Medical supplies are down the hall in the bathroom along with a shower and a drawer full of unused toothbrushes and toothpaste along with razors and shaving cream, the kitchen has food, electricity works,more showers are upstairs, clothes are in the rooms except for the one at the end of the hallway, there are some ammo and guns under the floorboards and other weapons, makeup and brushes and whatnot are in the room next to the one at the end of the hall and the one at the end of the opposite hallway, blankets and towels and face towels are in the cabinet in the hallway, no smoking inside the house, and when I tell you to leave you will leave, I'll be in the basement and that is all... also don't brother me unless it's a emergency" I walked away to my basement opening and shutting the door locking it pressing the button behind the tarp then changing into my pajamas, falling into a dreamy coma.