9/27/09-----The stalker

Another CRAZY day in the zombie infested nation.

I went back to the creeps house. I went to the front door this time and it was unlocked. He was expecting me. I walked in with my pistol drawn and loaded. There were some stairs going up to the right of me and a hallway to a large opening to the left. I walked down the hall. As I arrived at the end I saw a kitchen to the left and a dining room to the right. It was all in perfect condition, unlike the other houses. It was as if nothing had happened. The rooms had a modern style to them. I felt at ease.

Someone spoke.
"Hello there. Welcome to my safe house."

I spun around to see a man in a blood-stained tee-shirt and dirty blue jeans. He walked towards me.

"It's okay. I'm not.....well one of them. I see you're another survivor. How come it took you so long to find me?"

I was frightened, but estatic at the same time, but couldn't get myself to speak.

"You got my note. Guess you never read it. Well, looks like if we want to survive, we're gonna have to be partners. My name's Phil. I've been observing you for quite a while. I wanted to see how long it would take you to find me and if you were worth my trouble. You've proved yourself valuable to me. You will now be staying here instead of your crappy makeshift place. Together we'll begin searching for more survivors. We'll try to bring the human race back together."

I was still speechless.

"Go get your stuff. You'll just spend the rest of the day and night resting. We'll speak again tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget your laptop."

So that's where I am now. In some random guy's house who I know nothing about. He interests me. He seems like he'll help a lot and he definitely knows what he's talking about. Why does he want my laptop so badly. We'll find out tomorrow. Wow I said we. I guess you really get attached to inanimate objects when your alone for so long. Or maybe there is a person out there reading this.