Searching for you.

Intruders

You walk down the street, looking for somewhere to stay the night as it begins to get dark, the sun inching closer to the skyline. You have your pistol that you had taken from one of the first Z's you had Merced at the begging of the apocalypse. That, and a simple pocket knife.
You had turned 17 a few months ago, that is if you where keeping track of the days correctly. You weren't to sure. You wore a black tank top with a green sweater overtop, a few Rips here and there, mostly from encounters with Z's. You wore simple black pants.
Your (Y/h/c) hair messy, But you didn't care. it was the apocalypse, who gave a damn about how your hair looked anymore? Your pistol was tucked in the waistband of your pants, your pocket knife hidden in your high-top runners.
You had nothing other then that. You hadn't eaten in days, it was a daily struggle to get up and search for supplies. But is was something you knew you had to do to survive. The town had been almost completely cleaned out, which was a terrible inconvenience for you. Eventually You found a house, a two story. You let yourself have a bit of hope, but quickly pushed it back down. If there was one thing you learned it was not to get your hopes up before you knew you where safe. Your reached for your pistol, drawing it from the waistband of your pants and looked around for a moment before heading towards the door.
You walked up the 3 short steps to get up to the door, your hand hovering above the knob before gripping it, tightening the grip on your pistol before opening it.
Nothing.
You took a few steps in, closing the door behind you. Your eyes scanned the room. "Hello?" You spoke, cringing at how rough your voice was from not speaking much since this all started.
Again, nothing.
You let out a deep breath as you continued scanning the rest of the first floor, all the while never loosening your grip on your gun.
After you found that the first floor was clear you walked towards the stairs.
You stared up them silently for a few moments, listening for anything.
When you heard nothing you headed up the stairs, all the while you were on edge, being cautious of anything out of the ordinary, but then again, everything was out of the ordinary now. There was no normal.
You began checking the rooms of the second floor, your grip never loosening until you realized it was clear. You where safe. For now that is. You let out a sigh of relief, tucking your gun back into the waistband of your pants and running your palm across your hair, trying to smooth it. You didn't actually care about your hair, it was more just to calm you down. You went back downstairs to the door only to find the lock was broken. Of course it was. You figured it probably got broken from some scavengers looting the place. You sighed, feeling slightly uneasy. You ignored the feeling, looking out a window just to see the sun disappear as night arrived. You put your hands on your hips, staring out the window for a few moments. Taking in what you could of this calmer moment from this fucked up world. You headed back upstairs to the bedroom you had seen while checking the rooms, you felt a childish excitement well up inside you suddenly. You hadn't slept in a bed for god knows how long. You let yourself smile as you walked through the bedroom door, closing it behind you and letting yourself collapse into the bed with a almost childish giggle. You let yourself have this moment. You where usually serious, Your mind only thinking about survival. Wake up, scavenge, find shelter, sleep. But this was a moment you wanted to have. You let yourself sink into the bed with a tired breath. You set your gun under your pillow, letting your eyes flutter closed as you got comfortable and begin to drift off into a deep, and very much needed sleep.
You woke to the sound of the front door slamming open. After a moment a woman's voice coming from downstairs. You jolted upward, quickly grabbing your gun from underneath your pillow and slowly standing, trying not to make sound to draw the woman up here. "Addy, doc, 10k. upstairs."
You grew even more uneasy. Now understanding that there was not just a woman, but a whole group.
"Murphy, you're with me." You figured your odds wouldn't be very good with five against one. And now, in the apocalypse, people were worse then zombies. You began over to the window, stepping as quiet as possible. You stared out it for a moment, trying to figure out your options. You couldn't go up against five people, being as malnourished as you where it was hard to just walk for long periods of time, let alone fight off five people. You heard the three people that the woman had addressed as 'doc, addy and 10k' climbing the stairs. You stared out the window and quickly made a decision. Jump. Your hands fumbled with opening the window before throwing it open, you heard the door behind you open. You stopped, your body stiffening at the sound. You quickly turned, pointing your gun at them. He quickly raised his as well. It was a boy. Not looking much older then you. His eyes sunken in slightly, a shadow under them. He was pale, skinny, with black hair and had a beautiful pair of blue eyes. He looked...good? something about him. Except for the fact he had a gun pointed at you. He eyed your pistol for a moment then brought his eyes back to yours, his mouth opening to speak.
"Your best bet, would be to Drop it."