May 12
I heard rustling around in the hallway about 7:00 am. My pulse increased and my ears perked. This is not good. A few minutes later, a quiet tapping at my door. Then a voice, "Anybody in there?" A trap? Why the hell would a zombie set a trap? And how? I had to check it out, I couldn't be alone much longer. I tapped back and quickly moved things out of the way. I opened the door slightly and looked out. A small girl, hot as hell rushed in. I locked up and quickly shoved things back in place. We took a moment and stared at each other. Her clothes were dirty and torn in a few places.
Her name was Zoey. She was nineteen and had been a student at the local college. She needed food and water, which I could spare. She had a handgun shoved in her back pocket. I offered her a shower and some clothes to change into. She washed hers in the bathtub and hung them to dry before going to my bedroom to sleep.
I'd fallen asleep on the floor, as my couch was being used as a blockade device. She gently shook me awake. It was dark. We spent the night talking. Mostly about ourselves and who we were. Suddenly, outside there was a shriek unlike anything we've heard yet. We went to my bedroom and peeked out. In the glow of the moonlight, we saw one of the hooded guys on the roof across the street. Two normal people were creeping along the street, a block away. The hooded one dropped into a crawling position and paced the edge of the building. He shrieked again. The two people kept walking, somehow managing not to alert the regular infected in the street. We watched as the hooded one jumped to the next building after them. He was stalking them. One of the people tripped suddenly, falling. The other nervously waited for the other to get on his feet. The hooded zombie shrieked again and pounced, hitting the standing guy dead on. His friend, having just got on his feet, was knocked down again in the impact. Meanwhile, the poor soul who had been pounced was getting clawed and what appeared to be ripped to shreds. The other guy got back on his feet and kicked the zombie off his friend. We couldn't see what happened next, but the two guys were safe. They beat him somehow.
Zoey had it in her mind that we had to help them. She grabbed a flashlight and flicked it on and off a few times in the window. They didn't see.