As Appak stepped closer to the object, he noticed it had large arms and seemed to hold itself up by leaning against them. It took his brain a minute to process it, but he finally realized that what he was looking at was a Tank. How he hated Tanks. Even though they were infected, Tanks would still attack other infected like they were survivors. Appak backed up slowly, thank god it didn't notice him, him only being a few feet from it. Once he was about three feet away from the Tank, where he could turn around in the alley and escape, the Tank roared loudly and charged at him.

"Fuck!" Appak yelled, as he turned and ran down the alley, turning right around the corner and down another alley. "That fucking Witch! I bet she lead me to that thing on purpose so I could be it's dinner!"

As he ran, the Tank burst down the alley after him, knocking over trashcans and bits of rubble from crumbling buildings. Appak looked at the two walls that made up the alley he was running down. Appak leaped up, his right foot connecting with the right wall. With strength Appak didn't know he had, he pushed himself off the right wall and onto the left. He then pushed himself off again, and flipped onto the roof of the building to his right. He landed on his back with a loud "thud," which was followed by a faint growl of pain. He stood up and looked down at the Tank still running down the alley.

"I hope survivors shoot that big dummy down."

Appak began to walk along the roof with just the slightest pain in his back. He jumped onto the next roof across from him when he heard gunshots nearby, followed by yelling.

"Survivors that are traveling in a group." he mused. "Going after them would be suicide, and I'm not ready to be completely dead just yet."

Appak leaped across an alley and onto another building and began to run at a high speed, jumping onto another building whenever he needed to. He stopped and jumped down in front of a store that sold military clothes and gadgets. He noticed a small object in the window that looked like a robotic eye. He put his index finger, which had turned into a claw, and dug the tip of the nail into the glass and began to cut the glass slowly. Once he made a circle in the glass,he pulled his nail out and pushed the glass in. The glass shattered, and he reached inside and took the robotic eye.

He pulled his hood off and looked at the glass to make sure he hadn't messed up. Satisfied that he hadn't, he put the robotic eye into his eye socket. The eye began to hum, and tentacles shot out of it and into his head, where they attached to his brain.

He fell onto the ground on all fours and screamed in pain. After the pain subsided, he stood up and looked around. The robotic eye glowed red, and it showed him objects off in the distance, farther than his normal eyes could see. He saw a command screen, which was messing up his vision a bit. One side read "Infrared vision," another read "Night vision," and the last read "Command screen disable."

"I guess I might as well see what this is. It isn't night yet so... Infrared vision."

Following his command, and the green screen turned into a red background and in the distance, he saw four people moving around, each carrying a gun, so he knew they were survivors.

"Infrared vision off. Command screen disable."

It turned off, and the red background turned green again. The command screen disappeared, and he hoped he'd still be able to use the infrared and night vision when he needed to. He looked around, then pulled his hood back over his head.

He jumped up and latched onto a brick on the building, and pulled himself up to the roof. He looked around again, and then began running across the building tops. He crossed about five buildings, then stopped at an old apartment building.

He crouched down and grabbed the ledge, then lowered himself down slowly so he could grab hold of a brick on the building's side. He then jumped down onto a staircase on the side of the building, and walked down two levels then stopped at an open window. He leaped inside and landed softly on a couch.

"Finally, I'm home. Maybe I can watch a movie before I get too tired and fall asleep."

He stood up and looked around at the familiar setting of his apartment. The room was made of bricks, mainly because he'd never found the time to put on any wall paper.

On his barren walls were some posters. One was of the band "Disturbed," and another was of a polar bear with a bottle of Coke in it's hand. The room had a dark green carpet on the floor, which he never cleaned because, well, why should he? He was practically dead anyway. He had purposely placed a light blue couch by the window so he had a soft landing when he leaped through the window. There was an old TV set by the wall, with a table under it and a DVD player on top of it. There was a bathroom in the corner of the room, with the door open so he didn't have to bother with opening it.

He walked over to the TV and turned it on, then sat down in front of a stack of movies and TV shows he had on DVD beside the table. He looked at them, cautiously deciding, then picked a movie off of the top, "Shawn of the Dead." He opened the case and took the DVD out carefully, then opened the disk tray of the DVD player and put it inside and closed it. He sat the case on top of the DVD player and started the movie when it's main menu appeared on screen.

The movie started, and he laid down on the ground. About fifty minutes into the movie he fell asleep. Little did he know there was someone else in his apartment. Behind his head stood a shadowy figure with blazing red eyes, which had come out of the bathroom when he closed his eyes.