Zombie Stories: Fan Edition

Change Part. 1

            The night was young, the crisp night weather hung in the air. There was something strange about the silence of night. It was almost deafening when there was no one around but me. The silence was a good thing though, it was easier to hear the infected in the dark then it was to see them. But as I looked over the camp I had been scouting for about a week now, the infected was the least of my worries.

As I was lying in wait, I thought about how my life didn't feel any different now that it was the apocalypse. I was a thief in my past life and I'm still good, if not better at it now. It was how I used to feed myself before the infection spread across the country like a wildfire.

The camp I had been scouting out looked like a piece of cake. It looked as if some family had grouped up in some small building to survive. I never felt bad stealing from families or any other survivors, it was the end of the world after all.

There was a total of six adults in the building. I figured that I'd use the cover of night to sneak in while they were asleep. Their items were the most vulnerable then.

I had my backpack resting comfortably on my back while I laid on the ground in wait. There hadn't been any movement for about an hour and no one seemed to stay up to watch over the camp. I shifted my weight and let out the breath I was holding in. After a few more seconds of careful looking, I stood up slowly and made my way towards the camp. With every step it was accompanied with a small squeak from the grass. It made me want to tiptoe, I didn't want to risk any noise at all. It didn't take long to reach the building, I hoped deep down that my goal wasn't in the same room as the sleeping survivors.

The back of building left the inside inaccessible, I needed to go through the front door. I crossed my fingers and held my breath as I snuck around the building to the front side. The front door looked intimidating in the dark, almost as if it was laughing in my face, saying that it was locked. I made my way up the three stairs that led to the door, reaching out slowly to grab the knob.

I swear I could hear every mechanism in the door as I turned the handle. It popped open a lot quieter than I thought it would've. Letting out a breath of relief, I let the door swing open the rest of the way. Knowing I wasn't out of the woods yet, I let the sense of relief wash away and got back to focusing on the objective.

The moon had been bright, shining palely across the land outside. So the room inside was way darker than it should've been. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, all I could hear was my own short breathing. The survivors were sleeping somewhere close and I still didn't know where that room was. I got down low to the floor and tried to listen out for any movement. Something moved in a different room, maybe someone stirring in their sleep if anything.

The building was only one story, from what I could see there were four doors around the room. It seemed to be some kind of work trailer for a work crew to stay in. The room was dark but I could still see the mess all over. Papers and various debris scattered the floor, making my footsteps a little more careful as I crept around. There was no need to wake these people up.

The first room I approached was through an open door. I could see two bags resting on some kind of desk across the room. Freezing in place, I let my eyes adjust to the new room. I didn't feel like stepping on a sleeping body. After careful examination, I realized that the room was empty. I stood a little taller and moved over to the two bags on the desk.

The zipper seemed to be the loudest noise in the world in the quiet building. I stopped about halfway to listen for any new noises. Nothing moved a muscle so I continued to open the bag. Inside revealed a few cans of food and what seemed to be extra clothing. I slid the backpack off my shoulders and set it softly on the desk. I opened it slowly and started to transfer the contents from their bag to mine. The second bag only had one can of food and the rest was even more clothing. These people didn't have too much, but then again neither did I. It was survival of the fittest and I wasn't going to die if I could help it.