♢♡Evan♡♢

My feet are starting to hurt, and I didn't really consider how I'm going to sleep without being eaten alive. It's getting dark too, and I feel fear creeping up my spine. I walk two more blocks before it's hard to see anything and my feet are aching like hell.

I see a shop with the door open and chew on my lip, maybe I could camp out in there? I grab my gun and walk towards the the shop, looking inside. I shove a book shelf in front of the door and check the store, sighing in relief when I see no walkers. I check for supplies and money, but it's been stripped, of course.

I set up camp, or as much of a camp I can. So basically, my sleeping bag on the ground and my backpack next to that with my gun within reaching distance. I eat a granola bar and ignore my stomach asking for more, I need to make these supplies last. I take two sips of water and put it away, laying down and taking a shaky breath.

I need to sleep, I know I do, but anxiety and worry is eating away at me. God.. I wish I had someone with me. All my friends... I don't know where they are.. if they're okay. Tyler and his boyfriend Craig live on the other side of the city, so when the city fell apart we had no way of contacting each other. Let alone Brock.. he must be terrified. I need to find him.

What if the outskirts are infested? I bet thats where everyone went, and got infected in the process  God... what if everyone is out there? Looking for me?? I bet Brock is running around like a chicken without its head... What if Craig died?! Tyler wouldn't survive without him, he's a loud idiot. If Tyler's gone Craig would be a mess and... God why am I thinking about this? I just, I need to sleep. I need to stop thinking and sleep. Deep breaths Evan, deep breaths.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears with my hands, lulling myself into a false state of security. It's not too long after I feel my mind get wispy before I'm waking up, sunlight streaming through the giant windows and landing right on my face. I bolt up and start gathering my things already, I do not want to get stuck in here.

My throat complains when I yawn so I have a swig of water before packing up. I shove the bookshelf out of the way and walk out the door with a sigh, briefly checking around as I put my gun back into my belt. I spot a walker stumbling towards me and book, feeling my heart beat in my finger tips as it drums inside my ears.

The gun is a last resort, the bang would probably alert more walkers and I don't feel like fighting a pack of them by myself. I stop in the middle of the street as I remember what I was thinking last night. I can't go to the outskirts, too risky. If I go there and walkers are everywhere, I'm literally screwed.

I rely on the hope that Craig and Tyler have each other to lean on and head in the direction of Brock's house, running again. I know this is a long shot, and I know it's stupid, but I need to know Brock is okay. He worries too much and when he isn't worrying he's being a idiot. Those two things plus walkers equals my dead best friend and I will not accept that as a possibility.

I slow down, if I run this entire time my water will be gone in days. I trudge through the broken streets, chewing on my lips as I keep my palm on my gun so I can grab and fire it once I need to. I look up at the street sign and turn left, going deeper into the city and further away from civilization.

Deep breaths, Evan, deep breaths. A walker groans too close to me and without thinking I draw and shoot. My eyes widen in horror when a walker ten feet away from me falls to the ground and a group of around twenty more turn to me. I start running, panic firing in every nerve of my body.

Soon enough I can see Brock's house, it's just down the road. I can make it! Walkers can't run, right? I risk a glance over my shoulder, and they're way too close for me to feel even remotely safe. They can't run, but my backpack is weighing me down and they sure can shuffle around fast in large groups.

Deep breaths, Evan, deep breaths.