Creeping around in an alley by himself, was James. He was scared, that was for sure, as he peeked out the alley to see many walkers. "Why me?" He whispered, as he ducked back in to go back the way he came. "Why am I stuck by myself?" He whispered, climbing onto a dumpster to get over a fence. He landed on the ground with a grunt, and walked into a nearby door. 

It appeared to be a small store, which was completely empty except from James' footsteps as he walked inside. As he explored one of the isles, he heard a groan coming from right next to him, and jumped back, his knife up and ready. The source of the noise appeared to be coming from a walker, who had managed to knock over a shelf onto itself and get trapped. James crouched down in front of it, and looked at the poor thing.[i]Why?[/i] He thought. [i]Why has this got too happen to us. Why can't I just wake up from this nightmare?[/i] James leaned forward a bit, and stabbed his knife into the head of the walker. Before he knew it, he was in tears. This was quite saddening for him. He got up, and strolled over to one of the windows of the store, sitting in the darkness and just staring outside.