I started towards the flares direction; it was a cold night with an unforgiving chill. As I walked through the lonely streets I was led towards a vacant auto repair shop. “This must have been where the signal came from” (I thought to myself) There was a dangling sign that said: Marston Auto Repair. The doors of the repair shop were secured closed; it looked very vacant while I heard, than seen four zombies slowly approach…
I started to hide... I had found a small open entrance into the garage of the building and I crawled through it. As I explored and opened doors on the inside of the building I noticed that there was a power generator on with a fuel gage display that indicated a close to empty tank. As I turned I immediately saw “The Blue Knife” written in spray-paint on the wall behind me. What is the Blue Knife? I began to think... There was no trace of the flares source so I began to sneak back outside of the building and into the streets.
Before I managed to leave the entrance I was grabbed by something, as I looked over my shoulder there was a zombie attached to my arm. He clawed several times into my flesh ripping my sleeve, I managed to kick him backwards and I ran out onto the street avoiding the other four zombies who were waiting for a warm meal.
I made it back to my church, avoiding further confrontation. I know it is my church because the courtyard is noticeable with the statues of weeping angels that line the entrance. The door leading to the church was open…I swear to myself that it was closed when I had left. Concerned that it was a zombie I prepared myself and cautiously entered.
Inside I found a man hiding in the confession booth to the church. I knew it was a man because I could hear him cough and see his dark brown boots underneath the door… zombies usually do not cough or show signs of any infection besides their own (which is not the common cold). I then pulled the door open to the confession booth exposing him….
The man seemed very weary of me… I noticed the determination within his eyes as he spoke. “How long have you been in this hell hole? I've been here since the beginning…as soon as it hit the fan.” His appearance involved a white tie, short-sleeved shirt, red jacket, brown coat, and black jeans. He was similar to the others that I had seen as they had blood on their clothing as well. What a common occurrence in this dark city, almost like the people of Malton are “marked” for death I thought to myself.
I asked him many questions and received no answers. He seemed harmless enough to me that I left him be. We were both so similar in our needs that where he came from did not matter to me. He didn’t attack me when I discovered him and I left to my own quarters for the night.
In the morning, I heard him scuffling around…looking for something. Again he wouldn’t speak with me when asked what his plans were. I said "Good morning to you… I know it has been a rough night for both of us, you can stay here just be careful not to make too much noise or use any lights. They could see us you know. "Then I provided him with food. He wouldn’t accept the food right away so I left a tray next to him.
I than gathered my supplies and decided to look for others like him. To remind them of a place they can go for sanctuary.
As I was walking during the morning I came across a man sleeping on hotel steps. He didn’t appear to be hostile and I told him where the church was. That it was important for him to go there if he required safety and that it’s open to those in need.
Another person that I met was a woman. Every other individual that I have met thus far is either dead or a male. I have a soft spot for the ladies especially since they are very vulnerable to everyone. I can see the idea of predators existing during this catastrophe. I worked with them at the prison, in the jails and the courthouses. I don’t know who has escaped and happened to be killed, I just knew it was very unsafe for ladies to be alone. I wanted to offer her a place to go but I didn’t. She began talking about her lost kittens while wearing a blood-soaked pale blue blouse. She seemed odd and really out of place. I don’t know if I trusted her sanity during these times of an apocalypse so I passed her by. It’s not my normal nature to do that to someone but I just knew she would be a risk because of the mental instability.
I decided to head back to my home as I was becoming exhausted. I saw a poster at a club that was hanging off the side wall. It mentioned that there was a killer on the loose, his name is Kyle Jenkinso. I decided that maybe it was a good time to head back as another zombie came out from the alleyway. I struck him with my trusty friend and made it back to my home ground.
Once back inside I told my new company that what had happened and my idea of inviting others to stay in our home. He seemed indifferent to the idea, as I grabbed the empty plate that was left near him on the floor….
--Nursefighteradam 17:23, 29 January 2014 (UTC)
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