[Funkduder]

Wandering around for days seemed like a tire-some experience even before the zombies. Now that they run around everywhere, it seemed like a far away dream. Tired. Weary. Restless enough to live, but demoralized of living, it was only the sound of voices that kept me going. They sounded cheerful. They sounded content. Soon the wandering lead me to the sign of the barren and the light coming out of the window.
"It seems open enough," I thought. "It will do." And so I walked inside, hoping to rest my head.