The last biter took a lot of energy. No matter how many times I hit it with my shovel, it just wouldn't go down. And every time it did go down, it'd pull itself right back up again and start reaching towards me with it's ghastly fingers. Having Daryl around would've been handy at that precise moment in time - heck, I might've even settled for Merle. I just felt like I'd beaten enough dead people to a pulp for one day. I couldn't even go to the bathroom for a minute without being ambushed by a grizzly, oozing freak. I just wanted someone to watch my back.
As I slammed the final biter down to the floor and finally managed to put it out's it's misery, I looked around for one last time. I'd been in all the houses, all the gardens and there were no other buildings to be seen. There hadn't even been that many biters, which was a good sign, but I didn't want to stick around as they houses were too big with too many hiding places, and none of them seemed very secure. It was time to leave and find civilisation.
Even if that civilisation was Atlanta.