Fucking Zombies

Chapter 1: Knock

It's been about two days.

I've been drawing out plans for myself and I have already started rationing my supplies.

I look down at my map and purse my lips. I'm currently in a pretty populated place, but luckily I'm not in Florida or New York. Muffled noises come from past my window. Unfortunately, there are still some people out there screaming. I walk over to my window and frown down at them. I'm not too high up, the building I am in is about 5 stories tall. I grimace when I hear some poor chap's car alarm go off. The remainders of the screaming people are scattered inside the cars on the street, crawlers scratching at their windows. I pad to the kitchen and go through all the cabinets searching for any supplies that I could've missed.

Thud!

I jump a little in mid-step, stumbling a little bit. Wary of all things not... well... me, I quickly grab my knife from the counter and walk over to the door and wait. I sit there for about two minutes before I decide to look out of the little peephole. I slowly raise myself to alignment and look out of the miniature window.

There is blood staining the walls in front of the door. Nothing is blocking my view currently, but I know for a fact that something is out there. Waiting. Hopefully it's just a something and not a someone. I focus back on the task at hand of inspecting the portion of the hallway that is available. There are some bloody handprints staining the walls, which sends cold shivers down my spine.

Suddenly a grotesque face appears in front of me. I let out a sharp gasp and scramble backwards, falling off of the couch with a soft thud. I freeze up and wait. Then I hear a gurgle outside of the door and a slow, menacing scraping sound breaks the tense air. I slowly stand back up and make sure I am able to get out by the fire escape just in case. I walk over to the front door and make sure it is as secure as possible. I pull my knife out of my sheath and firmly knock on the door once.

I hear two thuds on the door and the soft gurgles grow louder. I check outside of the peephole again and try to control my breathing.

Five. There are five creatures out there that now know I am in here.

In my head I think that I could take five, but in reality, I wouldn't be able to. I'm not especially active, and the only way I could survive is if I find somebody else. The screams are getting louder, and there are loud grunts outside of my door. I look out again and see that there is a large dude covered in blood out there. Bright blue hair covers his head and his eyes slightly, and he has a leather vest with some spikes on it. He looks up and I realise that this person might be a girl. Confusion radiates through my body as I watch this person search the bodies. In a last second decision I tap the door slightly.

Blue's head shoots up along with their knife. I watch them advance towards the door and grin. I move the couch away and pull the door open slightly. I watch as they try to jab the knife at me, and I quickly dodge it.

I look at their furrowed eyebrows and tight lips. After we examine each other for a few moments I speak, "So you wanna survive?"