To the right of the northern roadblock was a tire shop, and to the left was an alleyway. Both ways were devoid of zombies, but some distance away were a bunch of zombies grouped together. We crouched down as soon as we got past the auto shop. We were in the middle of the street, surrounded by rows of houses and trees.

We decided to go to the house that was nearest to us, which was to our right. We moved as fast as we could while crouched. As soon as we got near the house, we took the nearest parked car as cover.

From here we could see that the ground near the silhouettes, which I'm sure were zombies, was dyed in blood and with dusty vehicles crashed at all sorts of places. Some had their doors open, and some were crashed together.

Suddenly, Simon turned from watching the zombies,

"Simon, are you sure those are zombies?"

"Yeah, last night I saw a bunch of them outside the southern roadblock standing there stupid."

"Really when?",

"After you went to sleep, and I'm sure one of the Johnsons saw it too,"

He nodded at me.

"So what's up with them all being fatties?"

"Well, I guess all that eating they were doing has to go somewhere, right?"

"But how come they still move so fast? My cousin couldn't even climb a staircase," I shrugged at him.

"C'mon, let's go."

The door was half open; someone must've been in a hurry. We climbed up the staircase, all while crouched to not let the zombie notice us. We went inside and saw that the whole living room was banged up. Chairs broken, couches teared apart, and the TV not being in better shape either.

It was still working, giving off its signature static noise, and most importantly, blood was splattered all across the ruined furniture.

"I think there may be more zombies inside too," I whispered to Mike; he grumbled affirmatively and kept on following my back. It would be best to check out the kitchen and leave before the zombies notice us.

We kept on going forward and took the walls besides the kitchen entrance as cover and took a peek. No one was there, and there wasn't any blood splattered here, so certainly no zombies either.

We entered the kitchen and immediately checked the cabinets, fridge, etc. and began gathering resources, ranging from fruits to vegetables to whatever we could fit in our bags.

After some time, we finally filled all the bags that we brought along with us. A total of two backpacks and about four handheld cloth bags.

As I was closing my bags, I heard something wet fall on the floor behind me. I looked back, and I saw a pair of reddish eyes and a bloody mouth. I frozen up.

The zombie slowly got closer to me. It was walking abnormally. Despite the opportunity, I couldn't move, but the zombie could and did.

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It kept on getting closer, and it started to raise its hands towards me. Suddenly, a wooden stool hit it right at the side of its face. The zombie proceeded to smash into the nearby wall.

"SIMON, SNAP OUT OF IT!" Mike yelled at me from across the room, and finally, I could move. I grabbed the bags I filled and sprinted towards Mike, standing outside the kitchen waiting for me.

I heard the zombie groaning behind me as I was running. Mike hurriedly shut the door as I got out of the kitchen. It slowly dragged itself to the door.

"You alright, man? You froze up all of a sudden," Mike said to me in a soft tone.

I was trying to catch my breath. "Yeah, just wasn't expecting it."

"It happens sometimes. Don't worry about it, man. We should head back now."

"Yeah, we should, but maybe..." There might be weapons stored somewhere in the house.

"You'll get used to situations like these, bro."

"No, not that. Just don't worry about it."

"Okay," Mike backed off reluctantly.

Should I tell him? About how I'm planning on getting guns? The idea by itself isn't bad, but the hierarchy would be disrupted because of me. Which may just cause more problems but would provide me and my family the much-needed comfort of having firearms.

Both of us were by now outside the house. We were crouched down, and although there were no fences, there was certainly no shortage of cars to take as cover. We were safe for now, and fortunately, none of the zombies had wandered over here.

They seem to be wandering north; it seemed like they were sleepwalking, but at least still they were far away from us. We got back on the road and headed back to the base.

Although the zombies were far away, that only meant those that were visible. There were still the two pathways right ahead of the northern roadblock.

We checked from behind a car; there were no zombies, neither to the garage nor towards our right. We quickly dashed forward, straight to the barricade. The guards saw us and lowered their weapons.

Running for our lives, and we managed to keep them, just as we finally got behind the barricade. The distance was short, but the strain on our minds was not. If even one zombie saw us, we would've been doomed.

Dropping the bags in my hand, I clutched both my knees, and I started to catch my breath after all of that sprinting.

"Haha, that was fun, right?" Mike tried to smile and successfully lightened the mood.

"Yeah, I guess it was fun. A shame that the odds are against us."

"It'll be alright, and besides, the house was loaded! Old James will definitely cook something good with this. I'm tired of eating survival goop."

"Haha, well, at least we have something to be happy about."

It's decided then; I'll fill him in about my idea.