It was a cold day in the middle of winter. jeremy woke up and sat up from his stainless steel bed. it was  at least six. He walked over to his armored decontamination suit and suited up as he normally did every morning.he walked over to the metal door he looked at it and saw it kind of looked like one of those doors you see below deck on a battleship. He released the lock and walked out side only to see a soddy nine foot plywood wall. As usual it was being violently bashed against by the infected. He wonder what would happen if that wall fell one day. He would most likely  get over run and eaten the thought sent some chills down his spine. He walked over to the watch tower on the cold lifeless ground. As he stood at the basen of the tower he grabbed the rifle and the bbgun leaning against the ladder he climbed up the tower and set the guns down at the top. As he got up he looked over the railing of the tower only to see what he always saw. Destroyed houses some burned, burning or just smashed through. He saw a lone infected mother stumbling by. She was rotting and covered in festers boils pus and tattered clothes. A perfect moving target he grabbed the bb gun and took aim at on of the cysts on her neck.
He pulled the trigger ever so carefully and POp. her neck explored in a gooey disease  ridden rain. “Woo ten” points he exclaimed. He sat back down and tried to think of a way to deal with the infected at his front gate. I “couldn't set them on fire as usual they could burn down the wall” he thought “ maybe i can lure them somewhere else and then light them up. Crack. Jeremy whipped around as he saw masses of infected pour through the fresh hole in the wall. He grabbed the rifle and began firing wildly at the infected. He couldn't let them take the court yard he would be trapped for weeks he shot down three mothers and five fathers plus two kids. He slide down the ladder and ran to the door of the base. He managed to dodge any hands that tried to grab him he slammed the down on numerous hand of the infected that were still pursuing him he lacked the door shut and braced it with a filing cabinet that kept by the door for just this occasion. He was panicked he couldn't think straight “should i wait and hide or should i try and escape. Could i fight them all off”. It was to late hands began crawling from the frame of the door they were starting to push it open. He grabbed the hunting knife from the bed stand he had beside his bed. He began slashing at the hands as though his life depended on it, mainly because it did. Before he could cut through another hand the door hand been pushed open by a father who rammed it with all his weight. Jeremy was cornered nowhere to run he can escape now the infected would grab him if he tries for the window. Before he could think any further a mother and a few fathers pinned him and began tearing away at his suit. As they ripped through the suit he was paralyzed with fear. They got to his skin and began ripping holes through his flesh and scarfing it down. As he watched his insides get devoured he knew this was the end