He's there...

One day, you were walking around the quiet forest, the only sound being soft yips from foxes nearby, you held an axe in your hand, watching around the woods for anyone, or anything theat could be lurking around..

You walked to your house, the soft glow of the sunset on your skin, making you warm up from the shade... what you didn't notice, was a half zombie boy, behind a tree, staring at you like a love-sick puppy.

Suddenly, a few baby foxes ran past you, yipping as they chased one another, making a small smile appear on your lips as you saw the two parent foxes follow slowly

But that moment was quickly ruined by a snap of a twig and to which you responded to pulling out your bow and arrow, aiming it to the direction of the noise...

A goddamn chicken came out waddling around in the grass.

You lowered your arrow, huffing in annoyance, a hint of anxiety of feeling like someone is watching from behind... you quickly ignored it though, clearly not noticing the zombie boy, Tommy, still hidden behind a tree...