Matt

The door creaked as Matt shoved it open. The convince store looked the same as it had all the times Matt had been here before. The store was a mess, shelves were turned over and the contents littered the floor. The entire store was dead silent.

Matt stepped into the store, stepping over the litter on the floor. As he walked deeper into the store, he scanned it for any supplies. Matt had spent all day looking for supplies, but had come up empty. So now, even with the sun setting, Matt continued his search through the ruins of Pittsburgh.

Four months had passed since the outbreak began and since then Matt had been fighting for his life. Every day Matt encountered hordes of zombies, and had only made it this far by sheer luck alone. Everyone Matt knew had either disappeared or turned, leaving Matt to fend for himself alone. Unfortunately, every day was getting harder for Matt. He was stuck in downtown Pittsburgh, so everywhere he went zombies came after him. Matt was **** to stick to the shadows and sneak around scrounging for food and water. However, after four months, fresh food had gone bad and Matt had already eaten all his nearby food. So now he was **** to venture out from his apartment complex, and travel throughout the city looking for food.

Matt shoved through an overturned shelf and continued exploring the store. Matt was quickly disappointed with what he found. It looked like the majority of the store had already been picked over. What remained was either trampled, open, or empty. Matt grabbed the little had could find and shoved it into his backpack. It wasn’t enough. He would either need to keep looking or head back to his safe house.

“But if I turn back now, I’ll have to go back out in a few days anyway,” Matt thought to himself.

Matt resolved to keep going. Carefully scanning the street outside Matt moved outside of the market. The street outside looked like any other street in the city accept it was completely devoid of life. Matt moved cautiously and slowly, careful to not make any noise. Moving quickly from cover to cover, Matt made his way through the street. At one point Matt had to hide in an u locked car to avoid a horde of infected. Thankfully they didn’t wait around, and Matt was able to keep moving.

After an hour Matt was beginning to get ****. It would be dark soon, and that was when the zombies were the most dangerous.

Matt was about ready to call it quits, when he heard something.

“Hey stranger, over here!” a loud voice rang out.

“Dumbass,” thought Matt as his eyes darted around wildly looking for the voice.

Matt finally found the person, waving at him wildly from a window on an apartment building. The man was bald, with a dark brown beard and a friendly look on his face. He was wearing a green, plaid shirt and continued gesturing at Matt.

“Stranger you look you could use some help!” The man yelled, “Hurry before the zombies come and get you.”

Matt didn’t move. This man was absolutely right, they were strangers and Matt was hesitant to trust him.