had a plan. Things were good for him now, or at least they were better than it had been.
Considering what had happened, he couldn’t have wished for much more.
Tony sat back and studied the hills around him. He couldn’t see much. The clearing around the warehouse extended for about three hundred feet, beyond that he couldn’t see much for the trees that surrounded the clearing. The warehouse was hidden back in this small wooded area, probably that was why he had never known that it had existed before he stumbled on it when he was trying to escape the mob of dead from the mall.
The clouds were beginning to clear and the sun began to peek out from behind them. Rays of sunlight began to glisten off the wet leaves at the far end of the clearing.
It was a pleasant view after having spent so much time looking at rows of tall shelves in the dark halls of the warehouse. It would be nice to go out there and walk around and smell the fresh air and the smell of ozone in the air after the rain. It would be nice to smell flowers again along with the strong odor of freshly cut grass.
All the little things he had taken for granted before.
Tony studied the edge of the tree line. Suddenly he sat up in his chair and looked intently.
He swore something had moved. He watched the brush near the end of the clearing. It moved again.
“Could it be a zombie?” He thought. “No. There would be nothing out there that would be of interest to a zombie.”
“Maybe it was a deer?” His thoughts wondered. “Deer still ate grass and the zombies so far as he knew had little interest in wild animals.”
Tony continued to watch. Whatever it was, Tony watched with interest. He hadn’t seen any other living creatures for a long time. He would be happy to see a deer. He was surprised that he hadn’t seen any dogs for months. After a couple of months, all the dogs had seemed to vanish. He hoped it was because they were smart enough to run into the mountains. He hoped it wasn’t because someone or something had eaten them. He had always liked dogs. If it was a dog out there in the brush, it would be nice if he could save it somehow. But how? Outside of the warehouse he was lucky if he could save himself.
Tony jumped to his feet as he saw another movement in the brush.
He turned and ran out of his office room and climbed down to the floor of the warehouse. He ran back to the shelves that held the sporting goods and began to pull boxes off the shelves until he found the box he was looking for. He opened the package and pulled out a pair of binoculars. He hung them over his neck and rushed back up to his room.
He held them to his eyes as he studied the edge of the clearing.
He saw the top of the brush move again.
He focused the lens so he could see more clearly.
His heart started pounding when he saw an arm reach out and grab a handful of wild raspberries and then disappear back into the brush.
“There is another person out there!” he said to himself. He didn’t know who or what that person was, but it was the first sighting of another living person he had had since his friends. A sad feeling entered his thoughts briefly as he remembered the tragic end his friends had endured. But his feeling of hope soon overtook his sad thoughts.
He watched as the arm reached out and picked more of the raspberries.
“I have to make contact!” he thought as he frantically looked around the room. “I have to let them know I’m here.”
Tony spotted his bow and arrows lying on the floor in the corner. He quickly grabbed an arrow. He reached under his sleeping bag and took out his pad and pen. He tore off the last sheet of paper and wrote, “Hi, my name is Tony!”
He took two granola bars out of the box next to his bed and taped the bars and the note to the end of the arrow. He would like to put the entire box on the arrow but then he would have no chance of getting the arrow out to where he had seen the arm. He wasn’t sure the
Considering what had happened, he couldn’t have wished for much more.
Tony sat back and studied the hills around him. He couldn’t see much. The clearing around the warehouse extended for about three hundred feet, beyond that he couldn’t see much for the trees that surrounded the clearing. The warehouse was hidden back in this small wooded area, probably that was why he had never known that it had existed before he stumbled on it when he was trying to escape the mob of dead from the mall.
The clouds were beginning to clear and the sun began to peek out from behind them. Rays of sunlight began to glisten off the wet leaves at the far end of the clearing.
It was a pleasant view after having spent so much time looking at rows of tall shelves in the dark halls of the warehouse. It would be nice to go out there and walk around and smell the fresh air and the smell of ozone in the air after the rain. It would be nice to smell flowers again along with the strong odor of freshly cut grass.
All the little things he had taken for granted before.
Tony studied the edge of the tree line. Suddenly he sat up in his chair and looked intently.
He swore something had moved. He watched the brush near the end of the clearing. It moved again.
“Could it be a zombie?” He thought. “No. There would be nothing out there that would be of interest to a zombie.”
“Maybe it was a deer?” His thoughts wondered. “Deer still ate grass and the zombies so far as he knew had little interest in wild animals.”
Tony continued to watch. Whatever it was, Tony watched with interest. He hadn’t seen any other living creatures for a long time. He would be happy to see a deer. He was surprised that he hadn’t seen any dogs for months. After a couple of months, all the dogs had seemed to vanish. He hoped it was because they were smart enough to run into the mountains. He hoped it wasn’t because someone or something had eaten them. He had always liked dogs. If it was a dog out there in the brush, it would be nice if he could save it somehow. But how? Outside of the warehouse he was lucky if he could save himself.
Tony jumped to his feet as he saw another movement in the brush.
He turned and ran out of his office room and climbed down to the floor of the warehouse. He ran back to the shelves that held the sporting goods and began to pull boxes off the shelves until he found the box he was looking for. He opened the package and pulled out a pair of binoculars. He hung them over his neck and rushed back up to his room.
He held them to his eyes as he studied the edge of the clearing.
He saw the top of the brush move again.
He focused the lens so he could see more clearly.
His heart started pounding when he saw an arm reach out and grab a handful of wild raspberries and then disappear back into the brush.
“There is another person out there!” he said to himself. He didn’t know who or what that person was, but it was the first sighting of another living person he had had since his friends. A sad feeling entered his thoughts briefly as he remembered the tragic end his friends had endured. But his feeling of hope soon overtook his sad thoughts.
He watched as the arm reached out and picked more of the raspberries.
“I have to make contact!” he thought as he frantically looked around the room. “I have to let them know I’m here.”
Tony spotted his bow and arrows lying on the floor in the corner. He quickly grabbed an arrow. He reached under his sleeping bag and took out his pad and pen. He tore off the last sheet of paper and wrote, “Hi, my name is Tony!”
He took two granola bars out of the box next to his bed and taped the bars and the note to the end of the arrow. He would like to put the entire box on the arrow but then he would have no chance of getting the arrow out to where he had seen the arm. He wasn’t sure the
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