You looked out the small slits in the boarded windows. .

He was still there .

This one walker had wondered close to one of the safe zones you were in, yet he didn't act like the others. He just stood there, stood from a distance - as if he was aware of that still. He has been there for almost a week, not moving a muscle, just standing and looking. If it weren't for the shifts, people would probably say that he'd take breaks - yet eye witness says he never stopped.

Rumors came about, that maybe he was just someone in need of help. Yet nobody dared to get too close - what if he was armed? What if he had some sort of plan and just had too much patience? Either way, people were starting to get paranoid, sleeping was hell - as even the walls separating you and him, you weirdly still felt those blue eyes staring. You sighed as you looked over at the other people, conversating on what to do. Most said to just shoot him, yet what if it was just a person who was injured to the point of syndromatics - then you'd just be wasting bullets on an innocent life. Some said to let him in - yet once again, what if he had some malicious plan? Either way, the conversation was starting to get more heated, people being scared to go to bed knowing the disheveled man was waiting just outside the gates.