I've been a soldier for almost all of my adult life. I was trained and… you could say "raised" by the United States Marine Corp. I've killed my fair share of men, faced my own death on numerous occasions, and now I was scared, truly scared, of this frail eight year old child.

Survivor, Battle of New York

I didn't really want to be in this… siege. No one would, of course. But hey, I don't have my throat ripped out, so I'm not complaining. Not that I could complain if I was a zombie, you get the idea.

I followed Jimmy to the roof, because he's smarter than me. I can't deny it. Studies show that… well, I don't really know, because I don't study the studies. That's Jimmy's job, naturally. I just followed orders. And by following orders, I pulled the job of killing zombies near the house. With a knife.

These knifes aren't that bad, I guess. The knife was about a foot long, with no jagged edges, luckily. Jimmy said that it could get caught in their hand, or head, and I'd get pulled down. A nice, clean, swipe. That's what we were going for. Besides, I'm just chopping the hands off of curious zombies who get a little to close for comfort, and try to climb over the zombies on the ground. If I happened to get in combat with a zombie at my level, I'd have to stick it through the eye of the ghoul. Same principle, I guess.

Also at my disposal was a stick. Just a regular, oak wood, stick. Pushing the zombies off was the idea. I'm proud to say it was my idea, for once. I wanted to sharpen it, but then I had another wise burst of insight. A pointed edge would be no use to pushing them off, right?

Back to roof patrol, anyways. The others were slowly putting up a make-shift shelter, if it happened to rain of get cold. Jimmy was on the part of roof above his room, looking to the north, and at the same time, tinkering with the satellite. Maybe he wanted to make a radio, but how he could manage I had no idea. But that's Jimmy for you.

I had to patrol the roof with my stick and my knife. I was to chop off any of the hands of the undead slowly advancing toward us. If we cut off the hands, they at least couldn't climb or grab anymore. It also wasted no supplies, so we were at maximum efficiency. And at this point, anything that helped was welcome.

My first victim was a teenager I knew. She wore a pink shirt with "G for Gangsta" written in green on the shirt. She wore blue jeans and tennis shoes. Your regular teen, right? Sure, if you ignore the fact she was, you know, dead.

I looked at her hands, grasping the roof, struggling to get up to her food. She wore pink nail polish on her nails, all jagged and broken. I aimed my knife, and swiftly chopped off her hand, brown, sticky, liquid flowing from the wound. She was unfazed by this and used her other hand to continue her effort. I aimed the knife again, and chopped her other hand off. I used my stick to push her arm off the edge, and heard a satisfying thump as she landed on her comrades.

I called over Jimmy. I had no idea what to do with the hands, they weren't moving around like I expected them to, but instead stood still in the puddle of blood like liquid. I had heard they were really toxic, even smelling the things was supposed to hurt you. Touching it, or above all, eating it, could kill you.

"What is it, Sheen?"

I pointed at the decaying hand, right in front of me.

"Push it over, we can't risk health hazards. Also, Sheen, I've got a proposal for you."

I pushed it over the edge with my stick, leaving a trail of blood. It landed on the very girl whom they had been liberated from. There was no response from the ghoul.

"What kind of mission?"

"A well… suicide mission, of sorts. Listen, do you see that cable over there? They lead to every house in the neighborhood, and the power is off. It is completely safe to cross, except for, well the zombies. I want you to cross, quickly, with nothing but your pistol. Cindy will do the same, and we will follow up with rifles and shotguns. You need to hold the power line for Cindy as she crosses. After you have secured the area, you will proceed to a house and raid for supplies. After you get it, send in back in the basket."

"You make it seem so easy."

I agreed, and got prepared. We had to move quickly and dress lightly. I had no weapon but a pistol and a knife, and had to hold off any zombies on the house for 10 minutes, if I could make it there in the first place. I turned to Cindy.

"You ready for this crap?"

She looked me straight in the eye.

"You should know."