Day 0 - Peter Lee's perspective
Man, my legs are tired. And I'm thirsty... I wonder if there's any water in that apartment, could drink them while eating these peanuts I have on me. Better go have a look around.
There's only a couple of zombies here as I walked up to the first floor. Looks like this place have been wiped clean recently. Wouldn't hurt to pick up their leftovers. I'll check the second floor instead.
As expected, the hallway on the second floor has more zeds than the first. I guess I'm in luck. Gotta sneak through these infected first. I've draw out my butterfly knife just in case anyone of them spotted me.
Just when I was about to reach the kitchen, a zed walked out from there. "Shit." Without a second thought, I pounce towards the zed and stabbed him in the head before he make any noises to attract the others to me. "Phew, that was close." I continued to scavenge the kitchen for any food or water I could find and sneaked out of the apartment.
Thinking that I'm safe now, I was startled by the sound of footsteps behind me that's getting louder and louder. Before I could even turn around, the zombie has already grabbed me from behind, and going for the bite. So this is how my life ends huh? Risking my life just to get a bottle of water. I closed my eyes and just let her bite me in the back.
*Eyes are still closed* Huh? I thought I heard a bone cracked. But I didn't feel any pain. Is this how death feels like? As I fell to the ground, I felt something grabbing my shoulder and starts shaking me. I opened my eyes up to see a brown-haired guy waking me up.
"Wha-? Am I dead yet?" "No ya silly, I managed to kill her before she bit you." The man chuckled. "You're lucky that I dropped my wallet back there and found you walking out of the apartment." Snapping out of my confusion, I asked :
"Why the hell do you even need a wallet here? It isn't like your gonna be needing to buy anything in the shops anymore."
"There's a photo of my wife and son in my wallet. It's the only thing that gives me strength to survive in this hell hole."
"Uh... sure."
"Did you found my wallet back there?"
"No, not really, I head up to the second floor to find some water."
"Damn, guess I gotta go in that crowded house again." Without hesitation, he stood up and head inside the apartment again. I didn't have the chance to thank him for rescuing me. Oh well, didn't want to follow this guy around anyways. There's a warehouse nearby that looks pretty deserted. I guess I could hide there and start having my dinner.
After making sure that I'm safe to eat, I opened up 2 packs of peanut and started drinking the can of coke I found back there. Come to think of it, I don't think I could survive this disaster without help. I'd would have been dead if it wasn't for that brown-haired guy. And I don't have any guns with me. Just this butterfly knife that Dad gave me for my camping trip. I should start setting up a camp and attract survivors with me. Well, this isn't a bad place to start. I can clear off the pile of rubble around here and find some useful materials to build a simple storage to keep the food and water. But I'm really tired right now. having to walk all day long and almost died back there. I need some sleep. I lie down beside the generator and think of ways to forming a group before I even realize that I've fallen asleep...
TO BE CONTINUED...