Survivor.

Stepping up to the door, you try to look inside, but its just dark enough that you aren't able to see much.

Reaching out, you try the doorknob, turning it to see if its locked. With a soft click, the door begins to swing open.

The interior of the house is dark, and it looks like most of the furniture has been pushed to the windows to add a little extra security. Uneasy, you enter the house slowly, wary of an ambush.

A sudden movement to your left has you raising your arm to shield yourself from a possible attack. A split second later, something wet hits your sleeve, "What the," You begin.

"Shit!" A male voice blurts from the direction of the movement, "Sorry! I thought you were one of them!" The voice comes out high, and has a slight tremor to it.

A second later a tall, lanky man steps out of the shadows. He appears unkempt, and his clothes are ragged, in his hands he holds a squirt gun."