The World Outside:
There was a loud bang at the front door. Kevin started, then checked the porch through the letterbox. His emerald green eyes spotted nothing out of the ordinary, although he had no idea what was ordinary anymore. He turned to face the white kitchen door, but then cringed as he detected a horrible stench emanating from the upstairs bedroom. He gazed at the mirror on the wall opposite and attempted to puff himself up to seem more intimidating. He failed, miserably. He did't see how a fragile, five-foot eight man with the most 'nerdy' lifestyle could even seem remotely intimidating, but he did try.
He took a deep breathe as he scaled the stairs, wondering what horrors might await him. The most likely explanation was another wandering undead, but Kevin hoped to God it wasn't. A survivor would be more of a joyful discovery, but Kevin knew such a miracle would be very unlikely. A heavy panting sound was echoing from the bathroom, a bloody trail leading towards the door. Kevin gasped. 'A survivor!' he whispered, something that had seemed to come naturally since the start of the apocalypse. He brushed his chestnut brown fringe to the left of his forehead and slowly opened the door. A large man with a gaping whole in his chest was laying on the floor, trying to pull himself up by using the bath as support. He was alive. But only just. The man struggled to speak, but only managed to achieve a slurred warning.
'Zombies, the bastards are, gathering outside...'. Kevins astonished face silenced the man.
Kevin noticed a head poking through the window, dripping bloody saliva all over the pitch-back hair of the man. Kevin froze.
'Oh God' the man breathed. His mood suddenly changed. 'Help me!' he screamed, 'Kill it, now!'.
The heads body followed through the window. Kevin couldn't move.The creature wrapped its arm around the mans head, only his muffled screams of agony could be heard. The blood soaked, one-armed zombie plunged its teeth into the mans neck, making a savage sound as the blood poured into its mouth. Kevin ran for the bedroom window, but stopped suddenly as he realised his worst nightmare had come true. There was hundreds of them, flooding the childrens park and the garden opposite. Kevin took the 44 Desert Eagle from under his pillow and snatched a few magazines from his bedside table. His hand yanked down the window handle, then pushed the glass forward. He looked down at the back alley below, took a deep breath, and jumped...
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