Night Walkers [Editing]

Trust

Justin Bieber

I was collecting some wood that we could use to nail to the windows and doors when I thought I heard a knock on the door, but of course I ignored it thinking it was impossible that someone had gotten over the gates, simply because of how high they are. 

So I carried on with what I was doing, that was until I was positive I had heard it again, along with shouting for me to open the door, I walked over to my window and moved the curtain so I could see who was out there and to make sure they hadn't have let those things past my gates. 

There were four boys about my age with loads of backpacks and they had blood all over their clothes and I am positive one of them looked very familiar to me. 

I debated with myself whether to let them in or not, but with what is happening right now everyone has to stick together, right? 

So with that thought in mind, I grabbed my gun just in case they tried anything with me and walked towards the door with the one of them still shouting through the door for me to open it and let them in, he was practically begging me now. 

I took a deep breath and swung the door open holding my gun out in front of me so that it would be aiming at the one stood in the front and the one that was shouting through the door, which was absolutely stupid because for one the zombies were on the outside of the gate and would not be coming in and two it had only drew more of them over here with the loud noise. 

The one that was knocking on the door stepped back away once he saw the gun in his face, his hair was a dark brown and it looked a little greasy and had blood splattered all in it as well as his face and he had ice blue eyes that may or may not have held me captive for a little while, but that is only because I have never seen a colour like them.

The man looked up and his face looked kind of shocked and I am guessing it is because I have a gun pointed in his face, "Justin Bieber?" He questioned.

I was about to ask him how he knew who I was, but then I remembered that I was famous, if that even applies anymore with what's going on. 

"Yes?" I questioned back and he looked at me before seeming to gather his thoughts and cleared his throat in what seemed to be awkwardness.

"Urm, well I was wondering if we could come in and maybe stay because well you know why and we couldn't stay in our house anymore, we just got chased by a horde of walkers and we jumped over the gate to get away from them, sorry." He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.

I looked over at my gate and saw that there were about thirty or more walkers outside of it and then I looked at my gate in curiosity, how the fuck did they get over that, it's fucking tall. 

"How the hell did you get over the gate? Have you see how high it is?" I spoke in disbelief, they all looked over at the gate and chuckled.

"Oh, we are trained for stuff like that." He spoke nonchalantly and I raised my eyebrow in question, but didn't ask further. 

"So can we stay here?" He asked again, once we were silent and just stared at each other for a few minutes. 

"How do I know you aren't going to pull any shit?" I questioned sceptically.

"We wont pull anything, I can promise you that, we just want to be safe and away from the outside." The one in the front spoke once again and I had gathered that he was their sort of leader.

I looked into his eyes to try and read if he was lying or not and he seemed truthful, so I nodded slowly and lowered my gun from his face, "Alright, but if you try anything, you are all straight back out of here on your asses, got it?" I spoke sternly and they all raised their hands in defence and nodded.