#8

Johnny was in a house, wandering around, just trying to find more supplies. So far, he has had no luck. However, that wouldn't stop him from trying. In most of the house, he had found almost nothing. He went to the bathroom, the last place that he could look. He found some Narnia bandages. [b]"Well, might have to use it sometime"[/b] he grumbles under his breath. He opened the front pocket of his backpack and put the bandages in. Right when he got to the front door, he heard a small gurgle. Barely able to be noticed. But that could only mean that there was a zombie nearby, and from the sound of it, it was probably behind the door. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a bit of pounding at the door. There seemed to be quite a few zombies there. Unless he used his gun, which would attract more attention, he wouldn't be able to take them on. So his only option was to try to lure them somewhere else.

It only took him a few seconds to figure out a plan. He would probably break a window around the side of the house, and when the zombies went there, he would sneak out the front door. The only problem, was what he could use to break it. The only thing that would really break the window was an old television. [b]"Well, I don't have many other options"[/b] he muttered to himself. He went to the bedroom with the t.v. He took a few minutes to unplug all of the cables, and even longer to lug it to the window. He was tempted to sleep in the bed upstairs. But, the zombies would have probably broken the door by then. He heaved up the television with a little grunt escaping his lips, and he heaved the t.v. through the window. It had a loud shatter, which would attract almost anything nearby. He went to the door to wait until he was sure all the zombies were gone, then he opened the door.

He walked outside, careful not to make a sound. He looked down where the windows was, and saw zombies trying to get through it. He noticed that on one side of the road, there were quite a few zombies coming in his direction. [b]"Shit"[/b] he muttered to himself, and quietly made his way down the road. After a few minutes of walking, there were only two zombies still following him. [i] Might as well take care of them [/i] he thought to himself. He got his pocket knife at the ready and went towards the zombies. He took put the first zombie easily with the knife going in between the zombies eyes. However, he couldn't get the knife out, and the other zombie was close to him. [b]" Typical ".[/b] He knew better than to continue to try to get the knife out. He quickly drop the knife, along with the now dead zombie. However, the zombie that was still alive manged to scrath him. Just a tiny bit. He let out a grunt of pain from it. He quickly ran backwards a bit. He had to look for a weapon.

After a few seconds of looking, he noticed a brick. He let out a tiny grin as he ran to it. He picked it up and hit the zombie with it, and the zombie fell down. He threw the brick downwards at it, and stomped in the zombie's head a few times until he heard a satisfying crack of the skull. He went over to the other zombie, and after a few hard tugs, he got the knife out, with some blood spraying up at him. He checked the scratch he got from the zombie. It was bleeding, but not too much. Probably not enough to cause an infection. He remembered the band-aids and got them out. He took a few of them out and put them along the scratches. It would be enough to stop the bleeding. And he probably wouldn't die. He took out his water bottle which was almost empty. Though, he hadn't had water for about a day, so he had the rest of it. He threw the bottle away, and put the rest of the band-aids out. After a few more minutes of walking, he walked directly in the line of sight of someone (Trevor). He quickly got his gun at the ready, just in case the man tried to kill him.