#8
Just before the message went through, the old radio blew out. Curses echoed through the alleyway as Trevor broke the "Indestructible" survival radio on the brick wall next to him. After roughly 3 minutes of constant screaming, he calmed down. If there were any walkers in the area, they had heard the noise he was making, and were likely on their way to him. Trevor needed to get away from that alley. He looked around, and saw a dumpster under a broken window. "Perfect"...
Sure enough, his noise had attracted nearby walkers. Four to be exact. Just as Trevor was getting ready to hoist himself up onto the dumpster, they saw him. There was a loud moaning sound from on of them, and all four slowly progressed towards him. "Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" he said as he climbed the dumpster. Luckily, he was able to make it in time, and he was saved from death for the time being.
Before climbing through it, Trevor peered into the broken window. Just an empty town house. Might possibly have supplies, though he thought as he smashed the rest of the window with his shotgun, and climbed up into it. While it was most likely abandoned, Trevor still needed to keep his guard up. He slung the shotgun back on his back, and drew his knife into the ready position. If anything jumped him, he would be ready for it.
Just as he suspected, the house was abandoned. Not much loot either. All he found was a bag of extremely stale goldfish crackers, some blankets, and a couple of matches. These items, while low in value, could still come in handy. Trevor knew this, and put everything he could into his backpack. He scoured the house one last time before leaving through the front door