[h1][color=9e0b0f][center]Ved[/center][/color][/h1]
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	He sat up, screaming, and gasping for oxygen. Another nightmare, another night of shit as far as sleep goes, and another night that he was unlucky enough to have to wake up. Ever since the infection, ever since [i]that night,[/i] he just couldn't dream... Pressing his gloved hand to his forehead, he continued to gasp, trying to catch his breath. Grasping desperately at a crumbled paper bag he had folded in his back pocket, he breathed in and out of it quickly, calming his hyperventilation. His nightmares were getting worse.

	Standing up, he observed his surroundings. In daylight the house looked different, at least from his view in the treehouse. He had taken refugee overnight in a child's tree-house, due to the retractable ladder and the distance from the ground, that way he could sleep without worrying about being killed in his sleep. Looking over the wooden fence, he watched several walkers move about the behind the sturdy wooden fence. They had caught his sent, and it wouldn't be long before more joined. He needed to move.

	Gripping his bat, he lifted it to his shoulder and kicked down the retractable ladder then climbed down quickly, then spun around and stepped back, pressing his back against the tree. He surveyed the yard, as well as the inside of the house before deciding it was safe to move. Walking carefully, keeping a slight eye on where he stepped, to avoid any unneeded noise. As he walked, he heard movement in the house, and froze, staring at the being before him.

	A woman, age obscured by decomposition, was standing at the clear glass door, staring directly at him. She was undressed and her hair was wet, but the worst of her image was the hand, hanging from her teeth. A tiny, young, hand. This beast had taken the life of an infant, this fucking monster had killed the child of the body it possessed, and it would not live to breath another day.

	Jogging forward, he slammed his bat, nails first into the head of the woman. To his luck, it was fiber glass, and didn't shatter, but the nails went through, directly through it's skull. Pulling on the bat, he found that it was firmly logged in the glass, and would take some force to pry it out. Putting his foot up to the glass, he pressed hard, so hard that when it came loose, he and the bat were flung backwards, and he was left groaning on the cement patio.

	After a few moments of groaning, he looked up, making sure that the body had fallen to the ground upon the removal of his bat's support, he was lucky, as it had. Standing up, he lifted the bat up from where it had fallen and slowly pulled open the sliding door, being careful not too make any sound as he did so. Upon closer inspection of the body, he saw a shiny, diamond ring on the ring finger of it's left hand, meaning she had been married, and meaning that this house wasn't nearly as empty as he had found it the night before.