After walking for about an hour through the suburbs outside of town Everest hadn't seen much. A walker here and there but no people yet. [i]Where is everyone??[/i] He was starting to get frustrated. He kept thinking of his family and how they'd just abandoned him out here. They didn't even bother to call him. And there was time to call.

He snapped the thoughts from his mind. [i]Can't think about that right now.[/i] He knew he had to find people. Some people he could trust. It was a long shot but he thought that more people would be at the mall. Maybe there are still some looters there. Lily might even-

[i]Bang! Bang![/i]

His thoughts were rushed away by a shot of adrenaline. He heard gunshots in a house somewhere down the road from him. He had to continue down this road. It was the shortest route to the mall. So he checked his surroundings before moving up further down the road towards to source of the gunshots. He took cover behind a dented and dirty blue Ford Mustang that was sitting outside of the house. [i]Bang! Bang! Bang![/i]

Three more gunshots. He cringed each time he heard the weapon go off. He stayed low so no one inside the house would see him. There was some inaudible yelling between two individuals inside. He couldn't make out what they were saying though. Just then the front window shattered and someone screamed as the the glass broke.

Everest peeked through the drivers side window into the front yard to see what happened. There was an older man laying in the grass on his back trying to get on his feet. He had on jeans and a jean jacket and was using some kind of axe to help lift himself to his feet. He couldn't see anyone through the broken window. He only had a moment to debate offering help as the front door burst open revealing a much younger looking man who was holding a rifle of some type. 

He ignored the old man in the grass and methodically moved down the small steps of the house turning around and pointing the rifle back at the open door when he got to bottom of the steps.

Walkers began pouring out of the door towards them. The man began firing at them. First, taking out the one nearest to him. The biters head snapped back from the force of the blow. The bullet exited the back of it's skull and struck another behind it in the chest. They both fell, like dominoes, one bumping into another, and then they struck a couple more. In seconds, half a dozen biters were on the ground.

He fired again. The dead fell like matchsticks, forming a barrier of dead and broken bodies that the others couldn't quite get over without falling atop each other. He pointed the muzzle at the ones trying to crawl their way over the dead stack and pulled his trigger again. He must've been out of ammo because he cursed and dropped his magazine quickly replacing it with another from his back pants pocket. He fired and killed a few more before finally turning his attention back to the old man. Who just so happened to be back on his feet again.......