Still Living

Chapter 6

A couple days past. Along their journey down the country side of Michigan, they found a few abandoned houses they spent the night in. Andre found a gun holster that wrapped around his right thigh. They needed more weapons. The pistol is all they got besides knives.

The day was ending. They were in a town that looked mostly empty. Cars were turned over or crashed into buildings or broken down in the street. Most of the buildings were locked. Andre turned the police station. The door clicked open. Andre looked at Ray, Camilla, and Jordan.

"I'll be checking the building to see if it's clear. Ray, keep them safe," Andre said.

Ray nodded his head. Andre smiled and closed the door behind him. It was dark. Some of the lights worked, but most of them were broken. It wreaked. He searched the satchel for a flashlight. He found one. He switched it on. The first thing he saw when the beam turned on was a dead body.

"So that's why it smells so bad," he thought.

He walked past it into the hall. He shown the light on the ground. Blood was splattered on the floor, and the trial lead to the room to the far left.

"I'm black, I shouldn't be doing this. This is how white people die in horror movies," he thought to himself as he followed the trial.

He got to be room. Andre shown the light the room but quickly leaned on the wall, the flashlight light being hidden by his hand. Why did he do that?

In the room, there is a walker who is just standing there, back facing the door. It's breathing was shallow and harsh. Growth was covering its eyes. Its hearing is enhanced

Andre poked his head into the room. He shown the light into the room. It seemed like this was the only one in this room. He put the pistol in the holster. He pulled out his combat knife. Andre creeped up on the blind walker.

He quickly grabbed it. It struggled in his arms. It screamed. Andre stabbed its head to shut it up.

He heard more coming. He looked around. Andre got into a locker. He looked through the cracks in the locker. Three more of those blind walkers stumbled in. They moved their head in a way a dog c***s their head.

They were trying to see if they heard anything. Andre covered his mouth, to reduce the sound he makes. The three blind walker stumbled out and walked down the hall where they came from.

Andre slowly opened the locker door. He made sure it didn't creak. Luckily, it didn't. He shown the flashlight around the room. It seemed to be a gun room.

He gathered some guns and quietly got out of the police station.