Hearing the siren get close and closer made Troy uneasy. It seemed to be coming from somewhere further into town towards him. He grabbed hold of his machete and took cover in the open doorway that lead to the entry way and kitchen/dining room. Hearing the sirens, and car, stop out back he figuredthe saw the body he left there. He grinned as he thought of if they were trying to help the man, but it would be in vain, he had been dead for a while and was- *flop* Troy's thoughts were broken by an odd sound, but one he had heard before. [i]Shit, why would he do that![/i] he thought to him self. He knew the sound of body parts well enough to know that who ever this guy was, outside, had just ruined his chances of living if Troy got out of here. 

Peering around the corner Troy could see that a group of the infected that had been following this guy had started for the house, but the rest continued after their original target. Sinking back to his spot just out of site from the kitchen Troy waited as he heard the frenzied infected break through the back door and one tu, ble in the window the hand came through. The one that came through the window stared at the hand while the others started sniffing the air. Troy knew it was only a matter of time before they caught his scent, but waited in his place slowly and silently drawing his ma hete once more.