The apocalypse started nearly four months ago. It started out small in tiny towns and suburbs, but once it hit its first big city it spread like wildfire. It went from person to person like a disease killing them all off. That 'infection' was the undead. They would spring up and attack any living person to add to their army.
There were survivors though, Felix happened to be one of them. Right now he was holed up in a shitty apartment building somewhere in Florida. It was early morning and light was filtering in through the cracks of a boarded up window, landing over the sleeping mans face.
He grumbled and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked around the small bedroom that someone probably called home at some point. Besides the tattered mattress he was sleeping on there wasn't much in the room, a dresser, a small cheap desk with a dusty computer on top, and a few movie posters.
Suddenly he realized how hungry he was so he got up and crossed the small room to the desk where his backpack was lying. He opened the bag intending to grab a can of something to eat but stopped when he realized he only had 3 cans of pears left and nothing else.
"Guess I should go out and find something to eat ," he murmured to himself quietly. Of course that wold mean leaving the safety of this apartment... "well I'll have to do it sometime," he mumbles. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a small pistol, it dosnt have much ammunition, but it was a lucky find. He knew it would be safer to have it out rather than in his bag if he was looting.
He sighs as he zips up his backpack and swings it on over his shoulders. He walks out of the bedroom of the apartment and into a narrow hallway that could lead to a bathroom kitchen or the exit. He didn't see much of a reason to go into the other rooms so he walk strait to the exit and put his ear against the door, listening for any sign that there was something waiting for him outside. HE held his breath for a few moments but didn't hear anything so he quietly turned the nob and peaked outside.
'Outside' was really just a hallway that connected the other apartments together. He stuck his head out and looked down the hallway in both directions. Nothing. Good, that's good, now I just need to get to the fire escape, no problem!
Felix walks out and slowly quietly shuts the door behind him. He turns to his left, away from the stairwell. There were zombies in the lobby and he wasn't going to risk going down there like he did coming in. There was a fire escape this way though he remember seeing it as he came in.
There was no door but the window did look over the metal stairwell. perfect. He stick his fingers under the window and tried to lift it open but it wouldn't budge, it didn't looked locked, it was just stuck. What the hell!? What if there was a fire? There wouldn't be anyway for the people to get out! This really was the shittiest apartment he'd ever been in.
He sighed and stepped away from the window. Smashing it would cause too much noise... Maybe it could be pried open? He turned away from the window, maybe there was a janitor closet somewhere? hopefully. He walked back down the hallway looking over the rows of doors.
At the very end of the hallway, near the stairs, he found what he was looking for. A little sticker over he door that just read "closet." He also had a clear view of the lobby and those things shambling around just down the stairs. Felix swallowed nervously, he would have to be extra quiet now, there was nothing blocking those stairs.
He slowly walked up to the door suddenly very aware of the sound his shoes made as they hit the ground and of his clothes swishing with each movement. He put his hand on the door nob and turned the handle all the way before he tried to swing the door open. He held his breath as he opened the door praying to god it didn't creak and let out a quiet breath when he had the door open.
This looked more like a maintenance closet then a janitors closet, but that was even better! Maybe there was a crowbar or something in here? On the wall there was a rack with a bunch of tools, wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, pliers, some of them he didn't know the names too. Higher up on the rack near the middle was exactly what he was looking for, a crowbar!
He smiled and reached up to grab it, having to stand on his tiptoes to get a good hold on it. When he finally grabs it and pulls it off the rack, he accidentally knocks the whole thing over, making more than enough noise to attract the zombies downstairs and maybe even some outside.
"Jävla helvete!" He shouted as he rushed out of the closet. He looked down and saw the zombies begin to clamor up the stairs, he needed to get out of there fast. He ran towards the window and thrust the crowbar underneath and put all his weight onto the bar trying desperately to open it. He heard wood splintering but the damned window still wasn't opening! He looked behind him and saw the group of zombies were at the top of the stairs. He wasn't going to be able to open this window, he was going to have to break it after all.
He pulled the crow bar out and held it above his head, then he brought it down onto the glass as hard as he could. A loud shattering noise echoed through the hallway and outside world as glass flew everywhere. He put his hands on the sill taking little notice of the glass digging into his palms as he launched himself out the window and onto the rickety metal staircase. He was safe, from them at least.