Living Amongst The Dead

Chapter 1

The sky was filled with white, fluffy clouds that looked like sheep and a flock of birds flew above me in a triangle formation. New York City was deserted, apart from a few zombies wondering around the street below me.

I've lived in this building for about five months now but when I first entered the building it was full of the living dead which I had to exterminate with a hammer. It was pretty simple because I took the place in the day. I also acquired a gun while looking through a house that was only a few blocks from the building itself. There was only a standard hand gun as well as some hand cuffs, pepper spray and a taser. Must have been a police man's house.

I don't spend much time in the building itself as I like to stay on top of the roof so I can see what's happening below. Right now there was a little group of zombies near a post office opposite my building, walking around with the same blank look on their faces. The same look that every zombie wore with the chomping of their teeth every now and then. New York was a pretty crowded place before the plague so I knew the risks if I stayed here.

It used to be just me and my dad, Henry Barden but things changed when he went looking for food one night and never came back. I never really properly grieved for him but I still think about it every now and then. My mum passed away when I was young, before the plague started. She didn't get to see the hell hole the world turned into when the plague began to spread.

My dad taught me everything I needed to know about survival. Things like how to make fire, traps to catch animals and shelters that kept most of the water out when it rained. You didn't really need a lot of these skills if you lived in a city, but it was good to know these things just in case.

The zombies that were at the post office were now moving slowly down the street towards some houses. This was unusual as zombies usually headed for the houses when it was night to pick off any civilians that were stupid enough to stay inside. Not that there were going to be any humans living in the houses because they had either ended up dead or as zombies.

Zombies had a really good sense of smell and could hear very well. They must have smelt something or they wouldn't be moving towards the house.

They were getting closer and more active, they would reach the house any minute. I just hoped if there was someone in there they'd get out before the zombies got there.

My watch read 6:37. Just as I looked up the zombies reached the house and the sun began to set.