I was attacked three more times in the night, but I was far too exhausted to run away. I managed to overpower all three and kill them with time, but only just, and when I woke up I was in amongst a pile of bodies, smelling awful and being blinding by the sunlight. There were some biters ambling around in the distance but none of them seemed to notice me as I laid down with the bodies I'd killed earlier. I felt gross all covered in guts and blood, and I was desperately trying to ignore how bad I smelt so I wouldn't vomit everywhere again. I looked around and saw that I was close to the gas station, and the thought of Stewart popped into my mind. I tried to wipe away the tear that streamed down my cheek as I thought of him but could barely lift my arm - I was still so cold, even with the sun beating down on me. I knew I needed to get away, but I didn't know where to or how. I wanted Jackson to convince Andy and Drew to come back for me but I didn't want to get my hopes up - they'd driven past me once without stopping, which proved they didn't care. I hated them for not stopping but I felt bad about running off in the first place, and just because I hated them didn't mean I didn't want to see them again. I decided I'd try and make my way back to the shelter, but first I needed a weapon and some food, and preferably some fresh clothes. I started my way into what I thought was the right direction, walking quietly and stiffly. I was so cold that I couldn't walk right, and there were biters just a few meters away. They didn't seem to notice me, and I was glad, but I didn't want to let my guard down. I edged my way down the road, hiding behind cars and trees until I finally reached a house.
The garden was well groomed and it looked like a relatively normal house, despite the front door hanging wide open and the dead biter on the floor. I kicked it to make sure it wasn't going to pounce on me while I wasn't looking, and saw an arrow in it's head. "Daryl," I smiled to myself. "But he's probably long gone." I walked into the house quietly and saw the kitchen had been ripped to pieces - the only thing left was a tin of dog food. I grimaced at the thought of eating it but put it in my pocket anyway. I turned on the tap to see if the water was still running and got a few drops before it packed in. Upstairs hadn't been looked at yet, and I was lucky enough to find a wardrobe full of men's clothes. I put on a shirt and threw some more clothes into a bag I found in the hallway. It wasn't long until I was done in that house, and I was pretty disappointed with my find. The only thing left to search was the shed in the garden, but I could see it was heavily chained up with multiple padlocks.
I approached the shed cautiously, looking around to see any biters. The coast seemed clear, but I could hear a growling sound. I pulled at the lock on the shed and there was no way of opening the door, so the only way in was to smash the window. I found a rock and threw it through the glass, shuddering at the horrible, loud noise it made. I realised it was too small to crawl through, so I looked through and saw a hand grab out at me.
"Shit!" I hissed, backing away. The glass from the window was imbedded into the biter's hand, leaving a trail of black blood to pour down it's wrist. It reached out towards me, growling and roaring but being restricted by the walls of the shed. I decided it was too risky to grab anything out of it, so I just ran, and hoped there'd be somewhere else I could look in.