Lee thought about the risk involved. [B] "Oh yes, I have food. Made a supply run to a local supermarket a few days ago, and the back section was chained shut, so no survivors had been able to loot the place. The owner locked himself in with all the food. Not a bad survival strategy, except I guess he didnt realize there was already a creep in there... Maybe a janitor? Anyways, I managed to break the door open and took care of the two creeps. I went there and back a few times, so there's plenty of food up there. I reckon it would last the three of us about a month if we could carry it all,"[/b] he finished.

Suddenly, a creep found its way out of the front door of the apartment building. It locked it's eyes on Marcus and David. It seemed to have a broken ankle or leg, so it was very slow. Lee wasn't alarmed. However, as it limped closer, he noticed it was not headed for him, the closer target. Instead, it walked right past him toward the other two, and into the blade of David's hatchet. It fell to the ground. Lee, confused, looked down at himself. His new t shirt was already wet with blood and he still smelled like death. [I] Wait... That's it! [/i] He realized what had happened, and the expression on the other two's face told him they realized it too.