It was strange finding houses again. I'd been walking though woods pretty much all day and when I came across a country road with houses, it felt like I'd not seen them in years. There were only 3 homes that I could see, all of them looking relatively large and expensive so I assumed there shouldn't be too many undead around. I thought that the people living there would be retired old folk who wanted to live out their last few days in luxury. Hah, what an active imagination I have.
Anyway, I decided to through all 3 houses seeing as I was there. The first one was old and cute, the sort of thing I'd liked to have lived in when I got old. I checked the road was clear before I moved into the garden and peered into the windows, and decided to make some noises to attract any biters incase there were some inside that I couldn't see. I spent a good ten minutes trying to make noise before hitting the ageing wooden door with my shovel and letting myself in.
The house was swarmed with cobwebs and dust, but did look lived in. Maybe the people that owned it weren't fussed with cleaning? Seemed likely - I was in the country and with the smell of cow shit drifting in through the windows all the time, cleaning didn't seem like that big a deal. The front door opened up into the den which had several bookcases, a piano and a wardrobe to put coats in near the front. I opened the wardrobe and grabbed a coat that looked more or less my size, and put it on other my top. After checking the wardrobe for anything else useful, I walked deeper into the den and saw endless books, magazines, remotes and old people junk. There was an overflowing ashtray on the coffee table and the ash was cold, indicating that the people here were long-gone. I decided to grab all the batteries from the remotes and even checked the bookcases for maps, but didn't find anything useful. However, the kitchen was much different.
The kitchen was huge, with an old-fashioned oven and fridge taking up a huge area of the room. I opened up the fridge and saw eggs, milk, cheese, butter - all the standard things you'd normally find. I looked at the calender on the wall and saw that the eggs and milk were out of date, but I put the cheese in my bag as a last resort. The cupboards had their fair share of cans and boxes, and I came across tinned spaghetti, custard, vegetables, fruit, beans and even cat food. It made me wonder where the cat was if they had one. Hopefully it wouldn't leap at me and scratch my eyes out when I searched more of the rooms.