The forest made the ground dark and his right eye was throbbing & covering his eye so he could only see with the other. Then everything slowed and he heard a distant voice yelling. He couldn't identify but he raised his gun with his left hand and levelled his eyes on the sights. It was hard - shooting with your left eye. But he managed to shoot each one in or between the eyes.

He heard the voice again and he looked around his surroundings. Zombies were littered around the perimeter of the clearing and his gun was hot, but only had two more bullets in the chamber. He sunk down to his knees and started feeling queesy. His swollen eye had somehow gotten his equilibrium jacked up.

Ray shook his head and whispered to himself. "Everything is fine, I'll make it. I heard her. I heard her" What he meant by her was his sister who had spoken to her. Leading him towards somewhere safe. "That's impossible, she's dead." He reassured himself. Then two more came out and more quickly this time shot each in the brain. Then unslung his M16.

Ray specked his gun and placed his knife in it's holster. "Head west." He reminded himself. "Head west." He then helped himself up with the gun. He then cracked his knuckles and shook himself all over. The moans that had once diminshed for a few seconds grew again.

He needed a silencer, this was getting ridculous. He then carried on west making sure to watch the sun every few minutes. After 30 minutes he was exhausted but was relieved to see a shabby and weathered Ranger Station. He stepped up the wet stairs and knocked on the door. No answer.

He knocked several more times and decided no one was there and scoped around the back. He found a back entrance but due to the wetness of the forest, the wood surrounding the door had grown in size and nudged the door in it's frame. Ray pulled and pulled, but nothing worked. But after he punched it twice in anger he played the thought of giving up.

Then he pulled greatly and the door gave way, making him slip on the moss ridden stair. As he landed on his back he quickly - almost instantly - realized he could not breath. "Oh my god, oh god." He growled. He got up and look were he landed and saw rocks. Very rough and bloody rocks. He felt his back. It was wet and warm. He found his breathe and regained some awareness.

"Fuck me." He whispered. Then he grabbed his knife which had gotten dislodged from it's holder and climbed the steps, and staggered inside. Then his head became light and he imagined himself floating to the cieling and lying there, but when he snapped out of it he was on the ground in a small pool of blood.

"Med-kit" He whispered as he reached for a box with a large red cross inside a circle. Then his eyes shut and everything became black. It felt like a dreamless sleep but was awoken when something pushed him on his stomach. "Who are you?" He managed in a muffled voice. Then he fell back asleep. He was sleepy, very sleepy.