"FUCKING RUN MACCA, SAVE YOURSELF!" Red shouted, as he collapsed onto the dirt in a heap. His shouts of caution were followed by piercing screams as he was torn apart by the dead.
Bobby didn't look back. He fucking legged it.
After what feels like hours of running, an exhausted Bobby finally reaches an abandoned, rotting old farmhouse. He kicks open the door and blocks the motherfucker up with a bookshelf and a sofa which he proceeds to sit on.
Screams of the dead echoing in the distance, his mind was now in tatters. Red was the first person he had met after the world had gone to shit and now he was all alone again. Bobby bursts into tears, grabs a book from the bookshelf and launches it across the room. It hits a window and breaks it. "Why me," he ponders, "why the FUCK am I still alive!?" He grabs the old shotgun he had been carrying around since the start of the end and pushes the barrel right up to his chin. As he is about to pull the trigger, he hears a distorted scream coming from the other side of the house. "Must've alerted the bastard with that fucking window," Bobby says to himself.
Bobby grabs his shotgun and begins walking towards the voice. He reaches the door containing the sound and kicks it open, ready to fire his weapon. As the door opens, the weapon slides out of his hand and drops on the floor. He gazes at the room in disbelief. "Oh my fucking god," Bobby whispers out as death stares right back at him, screaming and snarling at the young man.
Bobby opens up his backpack and pulls out an old but nevertheless sharp kitchen knife. He walks up to the infected and pushes the knife through her skull. Then he proceeds to cut the rope the young girl was hung with. Upon inspecting the body, he spots a piece of paper sticking out of her pocket. A message is written on the piece of paper.
To be continued.