Drake walked up to the building, slowly. A man, twisted and dead, shuffled about 30 feet away. It was the only one around right now, which was good sign for Drake. THe 23 year old man studied the condominium that stood in front of him. His tall, 6'4", frame stood out in the light breeze. His coat, long and lined with gray fur around the collar, swayed behind him. On his hands were fingerless mechanics gloves. A pair of welding goggles hung from the man's neck as he stepped forward in black, slightly loose, jeans. On his feet were black combat boots. On his hip was a 10mm glock and two knives were strapped to his side, underneath the coat.

[i]SNAP!!![/i]

Turning around, Drake saw a shambling figure entered under the light of a flickering street lamp. However, it wasn't just one, it was a lot of the fuckers. The sounds of screams could be heard as a roiling mass of the dead shits came into view. Then someone escaped from their clutches. Running, the boy had already lost his arm. He wasn't going to make it. Tripping, the boy's face smashed into the ground. His fate was sealed. As his now bloodied face looked up, a silent plea for help, several of the undead fell upon his living corpse. That silent plea turned into a blood-curdling shriek.

Turning away, Drake saw, just in time, as the leash-holding zombie came at him. His reflexes fast, having been honed in the past several weeks, Drake pulled one of the knives from his side. Stepping around the charging corpse, Drake shoved the blade's tip into its eye. Ripping the knife from the now still head, Drake grimaced as a squelching sound came forth. Swallowing some bile, Drake stepped over the body. Opening the front door to the condominium, Drake latched it shut behind him. Which, looking at his situation, was a good choice.

The horde, of about 30 - 40 corpses, had finished with their impromptu feast. Upon hearing the squeek of the door, the nearest one came lumbering forth. THe rest, like the body of a great, putrid beast followed. Backing up, Drake tried to open the second door, but it was locked.

"Fuck..." 

He had thought it was a good idea to come in here, but he might have been wrong. Jangling the handle again, the door refused to give way. As the first body began to beat at the door, fear gripped Drake's chest. Beating at his own door, Drake hoped that someone was there. Oh god, how he hoped that someone was there.