You awake before the others. You’re anxious hoping your mother is safely locked up in the apartment waiting for you. You check your phone: No Network.So everything’s shut off, you thought.
You have to piss and make your way too the roof with toilet paper. Since there was no water, that meant no functioning toilet. And with a house full of men it’d be better to piss while they were asleep. You take the bucket and prop yourself above it, relieving yourself.
You stare out. So where are these infected people? You scan every street and you spot something. They were heaps of clothes? No, people laying snug in an alley. Are…they dead?, you ask yourself.
“Hey,” you shout out. “Hey!” You yell a bit louder. The heap moves and you freeze but you never lose your ground. The mass stands up straight looking for the noise maker. Then it starts… sniffing. Searching for your scent like some animal in the wild. It slowly pivots around angling itself towards the roof. Your heart beats faster.
“Think, damnit.”