He’d groan, taking out another one of the infected with the dagger he found a few days ago in an abandoned, left dry empty building. Gosh- the silence besides the infected’s groans was just maddening, he was ten times more drained than he was a year ago. He wished he could go back & make use of those good times. Right when he was lost in thought walking into a building carefully, he heard something loud, and turning around he saw a small shadow… it was you, some person probably staying here…