Darkness, and scratching. That's all Mark had heard for the past 2 hours. He sat in a cold room, back against the wall, his things sat besides him and not a care in the world. So what if they got in? That just meant it could end faster. He was tired of avoiding the inevitable death they all faced. Maybe he should just shoot himself here, now. End it. Go out on his own terms. He thought about for quite some time, before tossing the shotgun down beside him. He mumbled to him. "Well... Now is a good a time as any." mark had turned on the church a long time ago. So drinking was nothing to him now. He stared at the whiskey bottle he had found not minutes ago in the room, before peeling off the label, and yanking the cap off. He glugged. One, twice, three times, four times, a fifth, and put the bottle down, sighing.

Another few minutes passed before Mark saw read. Sick and tied of the relentless moaning and scratching outside the barred door. "Fuck it!" He lost it, and kicked out at the door in a rage, screaming back at the undead bastards on the other side. After a few minutes of this, Mark slumped over to his bag, pulling out the bat. He removed the latches on the door, and let them come. 3. 3 of the undead fell in, groaning, with a lust for flesh. "Eurgh!!" He swung his bat into the head of the one which had fallen down as soon as the door opened, smashing it's skull open. He glared at the other two, and screamed, launching the bat from his hands, knocking one to the ground. He unzipped his pocket, pulling out his pen knife, and flicking the sharpest tool he knew was there. He knelt over the fallen walker and latched the tool into it's brain, before pulling it out. He looked at the final walker. He put his boot into it's stomach, sending it into the wall. Marching over, he put his foot on it's chest. The walker was weak, but still hungry. Mark switched to the screwdriver tool on the knife, before gouging both eyes of the walker out, watching the fight squeeze out of it.

He stood up and spat on the ground, sighing. "Fuck..." He grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room, checking his corners for other walkers.