The Room Of Hell

~4:30am~

I awoke, the house was abnormally warm, I was sweaty, I peered into the darkness in the direction of his door, and heard a faint moan come from the living room area. I was startled, because the moan was not a voice I had ever heard in my life, and it sounded... strange. I fumbled to turn on the light, but the electricity was off, "that's odd...". I reached down and picked up my .22 pellet rifle it wasn't much but hell, that's all I have besides a very small knife. Quickly but silently I got up and put on a pair of my pants and moved to the door. I cracked the door open and listened, I can hear someones footsteps!!!.
I opened the door and looked into the living room, that's when he knew what was going on, I wasn't ignorant to what the definition of a zombie was, I had played games with zombies, watched movies, but never in a thousand years would I have thought that this shit would be happening, especially to me in my lifetime here in fucking plant city.

I darted back into his room, they hadn't seen me, I shut and locked the door as silently as I could. All I could think about was how they were going to burst down the door and bash through the window in on me and rip me apart. I sat in the corner furthest from the door and window, I had a black piece of plastic covering the window up so they hopefully couldn't see me. I pressed my ear against the wall and could hear them all in the living room, moaning and sliding their undead feet across the carpet. I could also hear them outside all around his room.
I sat their for a long time just listening to their sheer numbers, that's when I felt something... cold and... wet... touch my foot. I snatched my foot away, and realized it was my cat Merlin, and grabbed him and held him close, at least he was safe...

~9:00am~

I had been awake the whole time, watching the door and window, surprisingly none of them had tryed a thing... yet...
So, I decided to do a quick serve of what I had in my room to fight and survive. First off I had, a .22 pellet rife, I know what your thinking, a pellet rife? lol?, but yes, this pellet rife packed a punch, it could kill one if I shot It in the eye easy, but eye shots are a lot harder to do than they sound, and the pellets were in a cabinet in the living room, so I could use it as a club until I find a way to get the pellets. Also I have a knife, good for cutting things and whatever I would need a knife for. I had a 1 gallon jug about 3/4ths full of water I kept in the room for Merlin this would be the most important of what I had. I had plenty of clothing, and a bed and other nick knacks...

I could hear them more now they were louder, he had heard more windows break around the house so he figured more were coming in.
"Holy Shit" I thought "They are breaking windows!!!" At that I took action, I lifted up my mattress, and placed it firmly over the window, and took the frame and other parts and pinned the against the wall so I had a crappy but better than nothing barricade. The Zombies didn't seem to notice much because none seemed to pay much attention to me...

~11:30am~

I was still alive, and hungry. Merlin was also very hungry and could hardly sit still, but I held him he wasn't going to give me away to them.
I knew I would have to go out and get some food if I was going to live, but all I could think about was If I do go out there they will just kill me and eat me, or Ill get injured and possibly turn into another zombie.
It was a risk He was going to take, he opened his drawers silently and got out all the winter clothes he could find and put them on in layers and wrapped a few around his head and face covering his mouth and nose he put on some sunglasses to cover his eyes, and gloves on his hands, I was ready. I put the knife readily in his 5th pocket and picked up the gun but end up. I stood at the door and listened to hear if any were in close proximity of the door, I heard nothing and unlocked and cracked the door. I peered out and scanned the room, I saw three of them in plain sight across the room. Ghastly looking fuckers they were, blood drenched torsos and necks, pale yellowish skin tone, that dull glass eyed gaze of despair... I wanted to avoid combat at all costs, I just wanted to rush to the kitchen grab a plastic bag full of some cans-o-whatever and get the hell back to the room. I stepped out and looked to the kitchen, the sliding glass door was shattered all to hell and two of them were on the porch, none seemed to be in a direct path of the kitchen or the door. I started to sprint to the kitchen, that's when they saw me, the three that were in the living room, began shambling towards me, I knew that with them on me like that I would have no chance, so, I stepped back as I was approached, and swung the rifle as hard as I possibly could at the closest one's head and knocked him down the other two flanked me I dashed around them, that's the advantage I had over their numbers, was my speed. I swung the butt of the rifle hard at the one on the rights face, the closest to me at the time, and took him down, and the third went down just as easily. I needed to watch it that was close, I couldn't help feeling scared shitless and a little sick to my stomach, I had never killed anyone before, and it was not cool or fun like in the games. Reality check, I needed food, I ran to the kitchen and flung open the cabinet doors and grabbed cans of whatever I could and rushed back into my room, locked the door and slid down the wall as I set my blood covered rifle down, I was "safe"
again, for awhile.

~3:00pm~

I took an old sock and wiped the blood off without touching it, I threw it into the closet I didn't want Merlin licking any of that off. I pulled out the knife and started to cut the top off a can of beef stew stuff, Merlin knew what was up, he came over to investigate the strange can sure to love whatever lies inside. I ate about half the can and sorted out the remaining beef or whatever that "meat" was and gave it to Merlin, and ate the rest. We were both now alive and full, well as full as we could get then. I broke open the water and took a long drink from it, it was good, I poured Merlin a little bit in his dish, we needed to conserve it as much as we could. Now we were both Fed, Watered, and "safe", I closed my eyes just to think about it all and take it all in, I was so tired...

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