At first looking outside trough the slightly opened door he didn't anything strange at first. But he found something fishy after a better look.
There were six apartments on every level in this block. They were accessable by the corridor in the middle. At one end of the corridor was a window on every level except the ground level. Where, it was the entrance of the building. The other end of the corridor was a lift and stares.
James and his small family lived on the fifth floor, at the end of the hallway on the right side.
And the thing which James found fishy was the few opened doors.
'Why would anyone leave their door opened?!'
He wondered and frowned after he found that even the kind old neighbor's door was opened as well. After counting it, it was obvious that three out of six door was opened.
After debating for a few moments, he decided to just roll with it. And he slipped through the opening of the door and locked it with his keys silently after himself.
He again looked around in the hallway lightened up by the last ray of the descending sun. And now with a better view, he noticed a worrying sign.
There was a big pull of fresh blood just on the entrance of the apartment.
"Mr Robert do you hear me?!"
James asked in a hushed voice.
"Mr Robert?"
He asked again but after not getting any answers he frowned a little and looked around again. And seeing nobody, he decided to check the apartment out first.
"It's me James the neighbor, I'm going in."
He warned not wanting to cause a misunderstanding.
He cautiously stepped over the blood, intruding into the apartment. He found himself in the ante-room similar to the one in his own home. The room had three door leading out of the room. One leads to a kitchen, the other is to a bathroom and the last leads to the living room. Which now was slightly opened and light came in trough it.
'There was a fight here...'
The room was a mess, clothes were thrown everywhere on the ground and the coat rack was layed in the middle of the room. And the thing that made him more worried was the blood stains everywhere.
James clenched his tomahawk tighter and stepped over the coat hanger. And walked straight to the the door leading to the living room. He peeked into the room trough the gap. And the the thing he saw shocked him.
"Mr Robert?!"
James rushed into the living room. It was the same as his living room but with a little older furniture. But the furniture wasn't the biggest difference. No the biggest difference was the big pool of blood and the body in the middle of it.
"Mr Robert are you still alive?"
James kneeled down besides the body of the man in his fifties, not caring about the blood staining his pants. He put down his tactical tomahawk and started to examine the body.
"Fuck! He is dead!"
He tried to feel his pulse or breath. But not surprisingly he had neither of those since he just lost too much blood to survive.
'Somebody must have hate him really badly or his killer was really messed up in the head.'
James determinated after seeing the stabs on the corpses abdomen.
"No this is just to much!"
His frown deepened seeing just how forceful the killer was, poor old guys insides started to came out.
'But at least he fought back...'
There were obvious signs of fighting. But he couldn't think much more about the situation.
*Twitch*
The corpse fingers twitched a little.
"What?!"
Which didn't go unnoticed by James.
"Are you alive Mr Robert?!"
He leaned above the body a little. Totally forget just how stupid thing he is doing now. But he didn't have time to think.
Mr Robert who James believed was dead, now miraculously opened his eyes. And looked into James brown eyes with a dead cold gray eyes.
But it was no miracle, which James realized as well.
"Fuck..."
He tried to back away from the corpse.
*Grab*
But he was late, the once old man with force defying his age grabbed the head of James. And started to pulling it towards his open mouth, wanting to take a bite frome the juicy, fresh meat.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
James tried to resist the pull with all of his strength but it didn't work.
*Bum*
He pushed the floor with one hand resisting the pull just a few centimeters away from its mouth. And with his other free hand he punched the head of the living corpse.
*Punch*
But it just shrugged it of clearly not feeling any pain.
'Shit, it can't go on like this!'
James looked around desperately for anything that could help him.
'Zombie Annihilator 2000!'
He tried to reach for his favorite tactical tomahawk but his hand was just a little short of a centi.
"Just a little more!"
He desperately tried to reach for it while his head got closer and closer to the mouth of the zombie.
"I can't die yet!"
He shouted feeling his head getting closer and closer. Deciding that he has no other chance he gather all of his strength for a final push.
*Krach*
.
.
.
"Ahh, I'm alive!"
James sighed in relief. In the and he was the victorious! Before the living corpse could bite him, he reached his tomahawk and showed its spike side into the head of it.
"Huff"
"Huff"
"Huff, from now on I have to kill everything twice!"
He lied beside the now really dead body of Mr Robert and tried to catch his breath.
"But man... I don't know when was the last time I was this close to death."
He started to think back to the old days. When he died almost everyday trying to survive.
But he didn't have much time to delve into his memories.
*Thud*
The voice of something falling came from the ante-room.
*Grrr*
Which was followed by the ominous grawl.
"Let me rest you shit heads!"
James cursed realizing his day isn't over yet.