Being holed up in this ruined building was very representative of my life. Anyone who wanted in would have to tear down the boards, and it was equally difficult to leave. I suppose seclusion was preferable to company, if one's company had the goal of devouring you.
I wasn't normally one to hide from something like this, but even I need to sleep. When I would leave, however, was a different story altogether. The longer I waited inside the more vermin would swarm outside, making leaving even harder.
The more I dwelled on this, the more I realized how bad an idea this was. I should be moving, I should be finding food. I was starving.
Rising up and dusting myself off, I walked to one of the boarded windows, observing the surrounding area. Apparently my fears had been simple paranoia, with none of the undead roaming the vincinity.
Well, zombies present or not, my mind was made up. Today would be the day I found food. No rest until I ate something.
"That's a stupid idea and you know it." I said as I began to dismantle the barricades attached to one of the windows.
"Well, it's the only one we've got, so if you've got any suggestions," I said as I heaved the heavy board off the wall and onto the floor, "I'd love to hear them." I was silent as I removed another board. "Mhmm," I exclaimed. "That's what I thought." I said as I climbed out into the lava-encrusted world.
"Ugh. Such a boring landscape for an apocalypse." I said, surveying the area. A thick, dense fog obscured most of my visibility, but through it there seemed to be nothing to see anyway.
Blindly making my way though the mist, as I had become accustomed to in my time here, I walked forward, searching for anything to poke it's head into visibility. With only the lava in the ground to light my way, progress was slow.
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Later on that uneventful day, the claws of sleep threatened to wrap themselves around my mind again. "Still think this was a good idea?" I said.
"Better than starving to death," I replied, removing sweat-soaked hair from my face.
"Not by much." I said, "Why don't we just eat the zombies?"
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Yeah, that's pretty fucked up." I said, disgusted with myself.
"Why?" I asked, insulted. "It's just meat, like any other."
"Yeah, but, it's people, man!" I said, appalled.
"Plus tons of diseases and who else knows what are probably crawling around in there."
"Ok, you have to be my least favorite mes I've seen yet. The real Dempsey would never get squeamish over this. I live a life of the flesh, why not partake in it's flavor as well?" I asked smugly. Eager to see my counter-arguments.
"OW!" I exclaimed, realizing my foot had been singed in the time I was speaking. "Fucking fire." I muttered as I continued on my way to nowhere.