Jack woke up in a daze. He had been huddled in the corner of the quarry in his sleeping bag and under some boxes he had found. Scratching the sleep out of his eyes he pulled the backpack over and packed the sleeping bag away. Pulling out the kitchen knife he looked over at the yellow truck that was drawing all of the dead from about a mile around. Great his little hole in the ground was about to be filled with the dead. Checking his boots he started to edge his way around the quarry, avoiding the walkers that were still making their way to the bright yellow vehicle. He fell to his stomach and slid as he reached the point closest to the sounds. As he came to a pile of concrete bricks he sat back up onto hi arse and breathed heavily. He was still half asleep and needed to figure out what had started the sounds and, really, get as far away as possible. As he listened out he heard a shout and his head spun round as he looked over the top of the bricks. That had definitely been a shout. What a dick, walkers will certainly of heard that. He continued to edge around the outside of the quarry on the office level now. He listened into each building he found, trying to find the source of the shout. As he came to the final office he heard a couple talking inside. Thinking for a second he came up with a plan. Knocking heavily on the back door he stepped back. Drawing the kitchen knife he held it behind his back whilst his other was raised in the air. Hopefully they were friendly but if they weren't he was going for the kill.