Ah. The crisp smell off air. It's been 2 weeks since the envision begun. Zombies roamed the ins and outs of everywhere . Me and my friends built a trehouse, since zombies can't climb ladders . It's been wonderfull. We haven't been out in a whole week. We were running low on food, so I'm out to get some. I have a loaded rifle so that's good. I hear a squeal coming from the treehouse. ?? How? Well I'm not too bothered but decide too look anyway. I scuttle up the large wooden ladder and my heart drops. I see in front of me, Shelia , my best friend biting the neck of guinea , my other friend! Theese were the only two of my friends left , and one was just gone... Shelia glared at me with flows of blood streaming down her lips onto our floor. She was heading for me, all I had was a rifle, it was me or her... I picked up the gun, teary eyed and blew it in her face,,,, there where stringy yelow blood covered strings and mushy stuff everywhere. The only two I knew what haddent died where taken in front of me, within