She saw me.
I know she fucking saw me.
They were killing some of the walkers that always seem to be shambling around. (No matter how often I do a clean sweep, there is about 20 or more out there within a 6hr period)
I was peaking through the boards I have on the outside of the house. They are just propped up plywood with a jagged hole in it. I swear one of them noticed me looking, she looked up and turned her head just so. I held my breath and stayed put. It's dark in here so she will just think she's seeing things. They discovered the food in the house across the street, thank the gods. They stopped breaking in doors of the houses. Lucky for me they started on that side of the street. (Smaller houses, quicker to search through)
That's when she saw me. She was keeping watch outside in the middle of the street as the other three entered the homes. They gave her a gun and told her to "Hold tight." What douchebags. I wonder which one she is fucking. She's with three males, one of them appears to be a family member but I'm unsure of how. They look grimy and disheveled. It makes my skin crawl.
I egged them on when they got to the house I keep stocked for them. It's nice to know I'm one of five people in existence but I'd really rather them not destroy all that I've been working for. I've left all the neighborhood doors unlocked so they didn't really have to kick them in but I guess they have a system and checking the door knobs really isn't one of them. I would flinch every time I would hear the pounding noise and the cracking of broken, splintered wood. I watched as a zombie noticed the tiny framed girl, awkwardly clutching the pistol in her hand. When she noticed the shambling idiot she gently put down the gun and withdrew a shovel from their SUV that they had re-parked in the middle of the road. She swung the shovel like a lacrosse stick, connecting the scoop part of the shovel to the undead's head. She hit the walking corpse with such vigor I expecting the zombie's head to be knocked clean off the shoulders and roll across the road. Instead the shovel only broke the undead's neck, knocking the walker from it's feet. She brought the pointed end down on the neck, making a clean break. It was like watching a ballet or porn... my wires are crossed. It was such a turn on, either way. Once she was done she looked around, her foot resting on the forehead of the fallen walker. Her eyes scanned the skyline of my side of the street and hovered once she noticed the bikes I have tied to balcony. Fuck.
I stood there, positive we had made eye contact. There is no way she saw me, right? Right?
When the men came back she didn't even glance in my direction, just picked up the pistol and returned the shovel to the SUV.
Either way they were pleased with what they found in the little house across the street, re-parking the black SUV (probably "stolen") in the driveway. I hope they find the wash basin in the house... those individuals need a scrub. Ew, nasty. It's still midday. They have already finished my clean up work for me. With the four of them it took an easy hour. I'm afraid it's more obvious that there is someone on their road, I kept hearing them yell, "This is too easy" and "Why aren't there more here?" to each other. The woman used the shovel for the clean up, the same lacrosse technique. It was glorious. She would glance in my direction every couple minutes or so. I'm hoping she just has an eye for pedal bikes and not curious about the shadow she might have seen in the window.
We'll see.
I know she fucking saw me.
They were killing some of the walkers that always seem to be shambling around. (No matter how often I do a clean sweep, there is about 20 or more out there within a 6hr period)
I was peaking through the boards I have on the outside of the house. They are just propped up plywood with a jagged hole in it. I swear one of them noticed me looking, she looked up and turned her head just so. I held my breath and stayed put. It's dark in here so she will just think she's seeing things. They discovered the food in the house across the street, thank the gods. They stopped breaking in doors of the houses. Lucky for me they started on that side of the street. (Smaller houses, quicker to search through)
That's when she saw me. She was keeping watch outside in the middle of the street as the other three entered the homes. They gave her a gun and told her to "Hold tight." What douchebags. I wonder which one she is fucking. She's with three males, one of them appears to be a family member but I'm unsure of how. They look grimy and disheveled. It makes my skin crawl.
I egged them on when they got to the house I keep stocked for them. It's nice to know I'm one of five people in existence but I'd really rather them not destroy all that I've been working for. I've left all the neighborhood doors unlocked so they didn't really have to kick them in but I guess they have a system and checking the door knobs really isn't one of them. I would flinch every time I would hear the pounding noise and the cracking of broken, splintered wood. I watched as a zombie noticed the tiny framed girl, awkwardly clutching the pistol in her hand. When she noticed the shambling idiot she gently put down the gun and withdrew a shovel from their SUV that they had re-parked in the middle of the road. She swung the shovel like a lacrosse stick, connecting the scoop part of the shovel to the undead's head. She hit the walking corpse with such vigor I expecting the zombie's head to be knocked clean off the shoulders and roll across the road. Instead the shovel only broke the undead's neck, knocking the walker from it's feet. She brought the pointed end down on the neck, making a clean break. It was like watching a ballet or porn... my wires are crossed. It was such a turn on, either way. Once she was done she looked around, her foot resting on the forehead of the fallen walker. Her eyes scanned the skyline of my side of the street and hovered once she noticed the bikes I have tied to balcony. Fuck.
I stood there, positive we had made eye contact. There is no way she saw me, right? Right?
When the men came back she didn't even glance in my direction, just picked up the pistol and returned the shovel to the SUV.
Either way they were pleased with what they found in the little house across the street, re-parking the black SUV (probably "stolen") in the driveway. I hope they find the wash basin in the house... those individuals need a scrub. Ew, nasty. It's still midday. They have already finished my clean up work for me. With the four of them it took an easy hour. I'm afraid it's more obvious that there is someone on their road, I kept hearing them yell, "This is too easy" and "Why aren't there more here?" to each other. The woman used the shovel for the clean up, the same lacrosse technique. It was glorious. She would glance in my direction every couple minutes or so. I'm hoping she just has an eye for pedal bikes and not curious about the shadow she might have seen in the window.
We'll see.
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