I stepped carefully, my electric blue eyes flashed around, carefully. The infection had been raging for twelve days now but the government had shut down six days ago. It was a very quiet world, when you weren't fighting to survive from crazed cannibals. In all honesty, I enjoyed the Apocalypse more then I should have, maybe because I was safer then anyone else as long as I could make it home from collecting food. I had lots of food but if I ever get trapped in a hoard, it's good to have as much food as possible. The backpack over my bag jingled but I discarded it, I was safe at the moment. My time in the military payed off; I was an assassin from a young age.
I have great balance, agility, endurance, strength and flexibility, which has saved my life on more then one occasion. As I balanced myself on the edge of the roof, crouched down and holding onto the roof with careful balance. I noticed a loiter sitting just tucked away next to a dumpster, I made careful note before moving along the edge. I have names for the different infected, Loiters hide away in weird spots and wait for the prey to come to them, they will join in cases but always return to their spot, if possible. Wanderers, they move aimlessly about until they see a person, then they react like other infected. Crawlers, they are random infected that crawl instead of walking but they crawl surprisingly fast, they will see your feet through the bottom of a door if you even shift your weight and they jump out of dark places, grabbing your foot and infecting you. Climbers, they are smarter then the others, the others cannot climb ladders but Climbers can, they can also climb trees and leap down on you from above. They can crawl close to the ground and pounce at you. These are the most dangerous to me, personally, but the rarest as well. I froze as hair on the back of my neck raising; a herd was moving about below me. Packers! Packers are infected that automatically join together. They pick up all types of infected as they go but it starts out with two packers wandering together.
I hear movement and spun around, a Climber's head was swinging wildly, they were creepy, they were like spiders, walking on all fours with their joints in the almost backwards compared to humans, but they could sit back and wait for years for their prey to come by. It's eyes were on the side of it's head as it swung it's head rapidly to see me. No, no, no! I scream in my head and I reach for my gun, too late, the cry is up, the herd snaps up, the loiter snaps up too and I make a quick leap for the next house when the climber rushes me and I leap. My fingers barely nick the roof's edge and I tumble to the ground. "Fuck" I cursed, loudly, as my right foot buckled beneath me. I rolled and jumped back up, going as fast as I could but with this leg I wouldn't get far. I hop up a tree, trying not use my right leg as much as possible but I still felt ever little weight I put on it.
My hands hurt, my head hurt, my legs hurt, everything hurt and I struggled to climb the tree with one leg. I spat out my blonde hair as the wind rustled the hair into my mouth. I could hear the screams, closing in, my heart was pounding and my backpack clanged together loudly, like a dinner bell. Finally, I reached a branch but it wasn't high enough from the undead, bloody fingers reaching for me. I prepared myself for death, I would accept it, let it eat away my fear as I lifted the pistol to my temple, I rested it there for a moment before glancing down once more at the bloodied teeth. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, I realized I didn't want to be another weakling to fall to these undead cannibals. The pain in my leg was gone as the adrenaline took the pain away and replaced it with strength; I knew I would regret this later but at least I would have a chance to regret it.
I took my pistol, lined it up with the forehead of the first crawler and shot, the shot rang out, calling more undead freaks but I kept going, I lined up the next crawler, missed the brain the first shot, it went through it's cheek but a second shot nailed it, the body tumbled down the tree, taking a few infected down with it. Shot after shot, reload after reload, but with every shot, the more the hoard grew. I was watching all sides as crawlers climbed up but I clicked and clicked the trigger but I was out, I didn't see any more crawlers, luckily.
I took out my long machete, it's clean blade shining nicely in the light. I let out a groan but reluctantly slid the knife across my forearm, the blood came heavily as I soaked the pistol in blood, with a grunt of pain, I carefully juggled the empty gun, now covered in blood, the bloodied knife and my bleeding forearm to pull out a rag in my backpack. I tied it with one hand and my mouth but finally tied it tight enough, whiping the blood off onto my jeans. I tucked the machete into my backpack and threw it back around my shoulders. "Hey you undead bastards, are you hungry?" I shouted before throwing the pistol down into the hoard, instantly the undead were upon, trying to lap up my blood off the pistol as I attempted to wiggle onto a thin branch and over the backyard fence.
As I dropped, my leg buckled and I couldn't help but give out a squeak, the pain was worst then ever, my ankle throbbed violently and I limped back towards my current 'home', so to speak. It was a nice, fairly large house with a tall iron gate around it along with dense bush so you couldn't see inside the yard. The house was old but strong, meant to last against hurricanes so I got along fairly well. I whinced at the idea of going over the back of the fence. I carefully dragged my leg as the house got in veiw when I noticed a lurker had moved into the back alley. I cursed in every language I knew before growling and sneaking over to the lazy infected. I swung before it knew what was there and it was dead but my knife was bloody. I slipped it back in my open backpack and struggled to climb over the gate, it was a good six feet tall and as I tried to go over, my leg buckled and I found myself, on my back on the grass in the yard. My back hurt like hell and my side stung from scraping against the arrowheads on the top of the fence, to keep out intruders. I sat there for a while, in pain before sitting up, slowly, and making my way to the backdoor. I knocked three times before entering to warn my roommates, I was entering.
My roommates greeted me with a wag of their tails and sniffed me cautiously, to make sure it was me. The first is my big girl, Avalon, a Shiloh Shepherd Dog, which is basically a huge, German Shepherd with long hair and gray and black markings. Next is, Mozart, at first badly injured but now fully healed, Pit bull, he's brown with white chest and cropped ears. Avalon was in the house when I first came in, hiding in a closet and starving, too scared to leave the safety of her closet is now a strong, brave and protective guardian of the house. She took to me like glue but is always disappointed when I leave without her. Mozart, I found him hiding in the trash of an alleyway not far, looks like he had been attacked by some other animal, because there were no marks of a human or infected attempt at him, he was too weak to move, otherwise he probably would have bolted. I would have never saw him again if he had managed to get away; after cleaning his wounds from my military days, I soon realized he would never be able to have as much strength in his back right leg, he is able to walk on it but no jumping or running for him. They jumped up and down excitedly, as they were waiting for lunch, I yawned and moved to the cupboard for the dog food, of course, I tripped and fell on my face while Mozart jumped back scared and Avalon ran forward to make sure I was fine.
Suddenly, I heard voices, I froze, they were in the backyard, I leaned against the wall with my breath caught in my throat, I couldn't afford a fight now. They were approaching the back door, I opened a drawer to pull out another pistol, thankful I spread pistols around the house as a just in case. There were four men, they could easily shoot me if I attempted to draw on them first. I held my breath before pulling my pistol out, jumping in front of the door, careful to keep little weight on my foot and pulled the trigger, pointing at the leader, in front.
