(Y/N) POV
Feeling the bright sun shining through the window onto my sleeping face, I slowly woke up.
Rubbing my tired eyes, they slowly adjusted to the light.
Blinking a couple of times while letting out a big yawn I stretched my arms above my head.
"Good morning world", I sighed as I sat up in my bed.
Touching my sore back, I whined at how bad it hurt from sleeping on this stone like bed.
Slowly getting up on my feet, I went to my cupboard, where I keep all my food and drinks, but also other neccessary items, like medicine or batteries.
Taking my last cereal bar and a bottle half filled with water, I moved to the window.
There I leaned against the window frame while unpacking my breakfast for today.
Taking a bite, I noticed how hard it was, but kept taking small bites, in fear of breaking off one if my teeth if I took a large bite.
Looking out if the open window I inspected the streets.
From a distance I could see a hoard from 4 to 6 zombies, slowly pacing around, sometimes bumping into eachother.
Snickering at the sight, I chucked the wrapper of my now finished breakfast out of the window.
Why care about recycling, when you have to survive? I guess no one even thinks about those topics in a time like this.
I surely don't.
Taking my black jacket and my bag, I tied the rope to the handle of the window.
Once I was sure it was safe to climb down, I slowly slit down.
Hitting the floor, I strolled down the street, in the opposite direction where I once saw the hoard of zombies. Trying to be as silent as possible I walked on the side walk. Finally after 10 minutes I saw a little shop, that looked like it was untouched from the apocalypse.
Pushing lightly against the door, I realised it was open. Stepping in the shop, I hear behind me the door closing.
To be prepared for any kind of danger, I took my pocket knife in my right hand.
Crouching a little, I moved cautious foreward to one isle.
Not seeing anything dangerous, I grabbed my bag and opened it, throwing cans, noodles, bread and any kind of edible food inside.
As I got to another isle I saw it was filled with potentional weapons. Knives, brooms, pans, pots.
Finding a decent sized kitchen knife, I placed it too in my now filled bag.
Being satisfait with the items I got to keep, I walked slowly to the exit, as I looked around.
Opening the door, I stepped out of the store.
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Autor Note:
I hope y'all like it that far, comment for ideas that I could add in
See ya later ●.●
-Matthi
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