I walk down the dirt road, kicking rocks and throwing sticks. Its quiet, and the sun will being going down soon. I'm on a street just outside the city, which is where most of the zombies tend to stay. Not like they have any travel plans. I smirk at the thought. It's interesting what seems humorous when you don't have anyone within 100 miles to talk to.

I look up from my feet and see a small cabin inside the woods to my left. I walk over to it but the windows are broken, and the doors knocked down. No more safe than sleeping outside. But then I see it. In the back yard there's a small tree with a tree house attached. I climb up and bang my handgun on the wooden floor. I don't hear anything. I unlatch the opening and climb in. There's half a zombie laying in a sleeping bag. Reaching it's arm toward me, but of course it can't move and it can't reach me.

I take my knife out and kill it. I push the sleeping bag out of the floor opening, and lay my fresh one down. Theres a few cans of food and half a bottle of water. I see a backpack. Probably belonged to whoever that zombie was. I pull it over and set it on my lap. Open the first small pocket. There's some ammo, a lighter, and a compass. I open the medium pocket next. First aid kit, pack of batteries, and a walkie talkie. I open the big pocket and find a can of tuna, a notebook, rope, gas mask, and a 9mm pistol with another box of ammo.

I'm starving so I open up a can of green beans. I stand as I shovel a cap full into my mouth. Theres a small table in the corner. On top there's a small radio. I grab it and sit back down on my sleeping bag. I turn it on but nothing. I open the back of it and take out the batteries. I put in the new ones that I just found. Then really loud static. I quickly turn it down to a more reasonable volume level not wanting to attract anything that might be near by. I adjust the station but nothing. Adjust the antenna and then I hear something. I can't make anything out but I keep trying. I hit it a few times, getting irritated. I shut it off. I figure I could get a better signal at another time so I put it in my backpack.

I crumble up some paper and put it in the empty green bean can and light it on fire. I get into my sleeping bag and pull a book out of my bag. Nothing interesting, just something I picked up along the way. But then I hear something. Voices. I don't catch much of what they're saying but it's a man and a woman and as they get closer, I make out what they're saying. They killed someone.

In detail, they talk about everything that happened. I quickly blow out the small can fire and lay down. I listen, being sure to control my breathing. One says something about the tree house. I hear the creek of the wood as someone climbs the ladder. Good thing I latched it from the inside earlier. I hear him bang on it hoping to get it open, but it won't budge. I stand up and throw something out of the old broken window. He climbs back down.

I duck down with just my eyes peering out. The man and woman both have their guns up ready to fight anything. I throw another thing and a shot goes off. Then a few minutes later, several zombies come out of the woods. They shoot about 5 but there's still 4 left. The man and woman are dead. I lay back down. Their screams have dulled to the ripping of their flesh. With that I fall into a deep sleep.

Waking up the next morning with gunk in my eyes, I begin to roll my sleeping bag up and attach it to my backpack. I put everything into my bag which is bigger than the one I found. I get my gun ready as I prepare to open the small door attached to the floor. Quickly I open it. Nothing. I climb down the ladder and see one. It's busy eating what's left of the woman from last night. I put my gun in the holster and get my knife out. I walk over and stab it in the head. Also, the woman just to be safe.

I check her pockets. She didn't have much, just a knife and some ammo, which I took. But no gun, what sense does that make. Inside her front jacket pocket I find a picture. Its her and a man, who I assume is the dead one laying next to her, and a child. A baby girl. I flip it over, it says 'My dearest Alice, 3rd birthday.' I don't feel bad. I put the picture in my pocket, and walk back to the dirt street.

And once again I find myself walking on the road to Perdition