As I timidly looked through the crack of my boarded up apartment; I could feel myself hyperventilating. I tried to take slow deep breaths. It had been a month since the infected ran rampant around the world. It started in big cities. No one though it would reach the countryside but it did. I was one of the lucky ones. I grew up in a house full of doomsday peppers. At the time I thought it was stupid. But as I grew older and started college I became a huge prepper. My apartment was a one bedroom apartment, but unbeknown to the landlord I had secretly made a small hidden room in the closet. Their I had a bean bag chair and several months worth of food and water. Even though I am a prepper I am a wimp when it comes to fighting the infected or anyone else. That being said I don't know what compelled me to step outside and help a stranger. Maybe the lack of any communication was the reason.
I heard the gunshots in the distance. It came from the college. Usually I wouldn't look outside, but something compelled me to. I saw three of my classmates from history running a hoard of infected running behind them. It was the handsome history class president and his girlfriend and her best friend. As I watched them running toward my apartment complex; I saw Betsy fall and as she did she reached out grabbing betheanys leg making her trip. In an instant the infected was on them ripping their entrails and brains out. Matt the president stood in shock I could see some slower moving zombies coming from the right of him. I yelled hey as I took the boards off my window throwing down a rope. He looked at me for split second then made a dash for the rope. I grabbed my bow and arrow shotting zombies left and right. He made it to the rope climbing like a monkey. I couldn't help but be surprised. Because he was skinny and looked fragile. He had long black hair tied loosely and glasses that framed his face nicely.
