I do not own the Walking Dead.

The walls are closing in and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I don't know how this plague happened but I know that I won't turn into one of them. I look around at my surrounding for the 1,098th time. It's an old room that has cracked walls. We are in Georgia, I don't know what town. This room is falling apart and it's only a matter of time before it collapses. I look down at Mia, she is sleeping, and I look over at Jon, who is cleaning his axe. Mia is short and has brown hair with blue eyes. Jon is tall and strong; he has tan skin, long wavy brown hair and brown eyes. I am average height, strong and have long straight brown hair and blue eyes. I look down at my hatchet. "Jon, why don't you use a hatchet like me?" I ask him. "Well Sam, I have started using a machete more but the axe is used to break down barriers." He replies with a grin on his face.

I know that we have to leave here soon, we have to scavenge food, but on the last run, Juan got bit and Jon had to put him down. Before the plague hit, I was an actor on Broadway. Jon was the director of most of my shows and Mia was Juan's girlfriend. Juan was a close friend of mine. In this room there is only one way out of this room and that is through the trap door. There are no windows so I don't know what time of day it is. I relax and close my eyes.

When we were all awake I asked Jon if we should go on a run today. He said it is time for a change of scenery. I told him that we will soon. "Sam, we must leave now. We need to get out of here!" Jon said firmly. I gave in and we decided to go find new shelter. We never stay anywhere long, now that winters over we try to find a big secure place. We were in the previous house for a couple of weeks but it's time to leave. We got our belongings and left. It was early morning, which was good because we had the whole day to find food and a new place to stay.

There is a small white house ahead. It was strange that we didn't see any of those musters. We passed a few rotted corpses but besides that we did not see any moving corpses. I always keep my hatchet on me in case something happened. I walked up the farmer's porch of the little white house. Its windows were all grimy and the porch creaked whenever one of us moved. The door was unlocked and I entered, the dust was really thick and there were moths on the furniture. I noticed an empty gun rack. Inside Mia found a couple cans of beans and Jon went upstairs.

I heard him walking and after every step he took, dust fell through the dirty floorboards. When he came down he held a bag full of canned goods. We have to find a shelter soon because we don't want to go back to that room, it could collapse in the night. This house wasn't nearly secure enough because there wasn't enough wood to board 4 windows. I decided to go check out a few more houses. I walked into a nice big house a couple house from the little white ones. I told Jon to stay with Mia because I'm not sure if suicidal still. There were multiple attempts of suicide after Juan died, ever since then; one of us has always been watching her.

Inside the big house I found a double-barrel shotgun. Why would anyone leave this behind? It smelled a little strange in this house, and then I noticed a few dead animals nearby. They were somewhat fresh because they weren't too rotted. How did they get in here? Then I saw a hole in the side of a wall, the hole led to the yard. I searched the house more and I found a bag of shells. I grew very suspicious that someone was in this house. The smell of the dead animals was starting to bother me so I put on one of the painters masks I had for situations like this. The smell mostly went away but I think that was my brain thinking it was still smelling that odor.

I walked down into the basement; I kept my ears trained on hearing anything unusual. I kept my hatchet firmly by my side ready to strike. The basement was very dark and dank. I am from the north so I am used to having a basement but since I came down here to visit my parents, I've seen a lot less basements. I pulled out a flash light and I saw a lot of burned out candles I explored the basement further and then I saw someone sleeping in a cot. I walked over to check if he was alive, I saw a foot sticking out beneath the cot. That person under the cot is dead. I then pulled off the covers and I saw a big, fat, hairy middle-aged female laying there. She was breathing heavily and I thought she was sick. I looked under the bed and I saw a half-eaten carcass underneath.

I tried to sneak out but she heard me and attempted to get up. I was horrified at the sight of her, the fat jiggled up and down. I turned around and started running up the stairs and I ran outside. I went back to the little white house where I saw Jon and Mia sitting on the farmer's porch. "Hey, did you find anything?" Mia asked."Yes!" I said raising the gun and the bag of rounds. "That's great, how about we go back to the room just for tonight. I'm sure it can last one more night." Jon told me.

We started to make our way back to the house with the room. Mia noticed one of the monsters a head. "I will deal with this Sam." Jon told me because I was about to go put him down. Jon walked up to it with his axe. He brought that axe down hard and it split the monsters head down the middle. We walked around the corpse. The house was insight, we were all very hungry and I couldn't stop thinking about that can of beans. I entered the house first and let the others in. Then I re-boarded the door shut, this house was rather clean and it was safe to stay out of the room and in the house but not only is the room falling apart. The house as a whole is to. The room helps us sleep better because it is almost impossible for the monsters to get in.

Before we go up to the room we hang out in the living room, planning the next day. We were in the middle of discussing tomorrow's plans, when I hear a lot of noise outside. I look in the space between two wooden panels and I see a gang of humans outside. "Mia, Jon, there are people outside." I whisper to them. "Let's go outside and talk to them." Says Mia. "No, we are staying inside and keeping quite. If they attempt to come in we will defend ourselves. Are they scavenging for supplies?" Jon asks me. "No, they appear to be moving through. They have blunt objects and blades. I don't see any guns." I tell them.

We stood and waited and they eventually passed through. At least we know we're not there the only people left in this area.

To Be Continued