It was obvious something was off that day. Even the cracks in the concrete pavement were slightly crooked. I was too troubled by the lack of food in my cupboard to notice anything. Little did I know what I would discover would change my life for a while. The lurkers on my driveway were the first distraction. They were dead, well not their previous state of dead but completely dead. Now let's be clear, I never let lurkers near my house, my fence and barbed wire wouldn't allow them to. I examined my fence and found a slit large enough for a human and any determined lurker to squeeze through. The hinges on my front door merely hung off the door frame. "Shit" I thought to myself "I haven't seen another person in over a year and this is how I greet them?" I attempted to sneak around back but all I could see through my bordered windows was a shadow. It was obviously a human because all lurkers look as if they have back problems and no lurker could ever stand up straight. They were holding something but I wasn't tall enough to look through the top crack. I carefully made it to the front door or what remained of it with out any lurker attraction. I took out my pistol and griped it tightly between my two hands. Suddenly I was in my house and before my eyes was what seemed to be just a boy and a toddler.
