Danielle Geher

I, Danielle, have finished packing the loot I got today, it was not much but since I am alone it will last me at least a week. As I approach the door, I hear movement and decide to take cover behind a shelf, trying to calm myself as I grab the screwdriver. Zombie or human, I have to be prepared. Then a man threw open the door, he was staggering, blood coming from a wound on his shoulder, he locked the door with a crowbar he was carrying. I kept watching, trying to be as quiet as possible, if he noticed me I could be in trouble. He sat on the floor, back against the wall farthest from the door, exhaling and relaxing. He started to check his wound, it was bad, but it seemed to be a melee weapon wound, not a zombie bite... I analyzed his wound while trying to stay hidden, my old nurse habi