I'm in my van careening down Huron street smashing through walking corpses and swerving the people who aren't pointing guns at me. I am going to meet up with my friends who I'm sure will be where I'm going. We agreed those many days on the porch we would meet at Steele and group up back when this was all still a joke. I'm almost there and the car is in good shape (it will come in handy when we need to get supplies). I turn onto Waterloo and take the turn extra wide as to make good contact with the old cow who lived next to Steele. Her top half lands on the windshield and claws for me. I stop and she flies off of the hood and into the gutter. Had there not been a crowd of zombies down the block I would have taken the time to curb stomp her. I was surprised how big a speed bump a person actually is. As I turn the corner onto Steele Street I see the house. no sign of person or zombie. I slow down and pull in front of the house. The curtains are closed and I cant see inside. I turn off the car and listen real hard for anything. I reach into the back and grab my bag and sword (rusty) and get out of the car. As quietly as I can I walk towards the house hopeing and not hopeing to hear or see something. I get to the steps and think about the first time I climbed these steps. It was the first time I met Skid my guitar player. It also reminds me of the last time I walked down these steps, not so much walked but stumbled. And now I'm not sure if the top holds my salvation, or a dead guy who wants me for my flesh. I reach the door and start to punch in the code. 3-3-0-0 easy to remember because the house number plate 300 is right beside the lock. That old familiar hum made by the lock unlocking makes me feel hopeful, at least it's still locked from this door. I take a deep breath, grip the duck tape handle of rusty ready to unsheathe it and I creep around the corner. I don't see anyone inside. I walk into the wet room where training equipment lie on the floor. I don't turn around to watch myself lock the door. There is no one in the kitchen or living room and I start to fear the worst. I walk left into the living room where I spent many days sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing and loving every minute. Turn right into the joining kitchen sword drawn now. I set my bag down on the table as i look into the hallway to the right leading into Jack and Billie's rooms and the bathroom. Billie's door was open and I could see nothing inside. The back door is at the back of the Kitchen and has a frosted window in it. Through the window I see movement outside. I run over to the