After leaving the first house my bag was pretty full up with food, batteries and even a hairbrush. (Yes, it's the apocalypse I know, but appearance is still a priority in case someone comes along and offers me a ride). I learnt from my mistakes in the toilet-attack and made a hell of a lot of noise before entering the other houses, and then checked every room before searching for supplies. From all three houses, I got various items of clothing, a pair of shoes in more or less my size, various cans and boxes of food, countless batteries and a swiss army knife hiding in some teenage boy's bedroom. Of course, I had to put his undead corpse down first but it was a handy little toy to get in the end. His parents were roaming around the bottom of the stairs and they ran straight at me the minute I got the door open, but luckily the door fell on the guy and gave me some time to sort the lady out. She was young and pale, but had bite marks all up her arms - she might have been pretty before she died. She went down with a blow to the head from my shovel (no, not a loo-roll holder this time folks). The guy under the door was fat and balding, and I guessed he was pretty rich to be able to land a girl that attractive. Or maybe he was just nice. Hmm. I'm good at judging people before I get to know them. Not that I could get to know them now anyway... Anyhoo, I didn't want to risk pulling him out from under the door so I just jumped on it as hard as I could and hoped it'd do the trick. After three or four jumps, the wood splintered and pierced right into his skull, causing thick oozy blood to pour out into the cracks in the floorboards and even on my shoes. Luckily, the pretty dead lady had size fives and I managed to find a pair of boots in her bedroom later on. Normally I wouldn't dare put my feet in some stranger's scabby old boots but desperate times call for desperate measures, huh?