Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
Jane

                          
2 days later
                          
Cold air drifted in front of my face as I stared into the fridge. A cheese stick, a can of soda, and an apple. I sighed. That meant I was going to have to go hunting soon if Roxy wasn't back in a couple days. In the meantime, I closed the fridge. I wanted to spare the little food that I had. After all, it hadn't been that long since I ate last.
                          
Luckily Roxy had taught me a lot about hunting and fighting before she left, so I wasn't that nervous. I had actually been practicing a lot, and I was pretty good if I may say so myself. 
                          
I lied down on the couch and closed my eyes. I figured it would be a good idea to go to sleep early so I had as much energy as possible to go hunting. It would take a couple of days to get to the closest forest unless I rushed it. 
                          
The only thing I was kind of worried about was what would happen if Dirk and Jake came here while I was away. It wasn't too much of a problem though, since it had been a while since we left them and we had pretty much given up. Maybe... maybe they never even woke up in the first place.
                          
A couple hours later, I was woken by a loud banging at the door. I quickly got up and moved to the back of the house. This was nothing new, sometimes a zombie would come down our typically empty street and sense me here. I usually just moved as far away from the door as possible until it left.
                          
Sure enough, the noise stopped a couple minutes later. I went back to the couch, but before I could sit down, I heard another noise. It sounded like glass breaking, and it was coming from... upstairs?
                          
Now I started to panic. It couldn't have been a zombie. As far as I knew, they couldn't climb buildings. But whatever it was, it was definitely inside. I grabbed a gun off the table and walked upstairs slowly to investigate. 
                          
I could hear footsteps getting louder as I walked upstairs. I wasn't being too quiet in the first place, because the house was old and the stairs creaked under my every step. 
                          
When I reached the top I crept down the hallway and stood next to the doorframe of the room the sound was coming from. I turned quickly into the room, holding up my gun up in preparation for whatever was in front of me. But as soon as I saw what it was, I dropped my weapon.
                          
Standing by the window and surrounded by shards of glass, was someone I had been waiting far too long to see.
                          
A/N: Another short chapter, sorry.
                          
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