It has been months since I have seen another person. I have been wondering the wilderness looking for anything to eat. Since the dead have risen many forest animals are hard to come by. Sometimes a few wondering dead cross my path but as long as I stay quite they did not bother me.
It has been a few days since I have eaten and I started to get lazy. I was not watching my step and I made a lot of noise. I managed to attract a few members of the dead. I was so weak I could not climb a tree to get away. I could barely take a step forward. I was going to die here. I sat down and accepted my fate. I closed my eyes and waited. I heard one of the dead fall to my left. I was surprised and slowly opened my eyes. I slowly looked over to my left and saw the dead on the ground with an arrow out of his head. A man was running toward me. He had a crossbow in one hand and a long knife in the other hand. By this time my eyes were having a tough time trying to focus. The outer edges of my vision were turning black. The man came up next to me and picked me up. And everything went black.
