<b>RE: Dead Inside (Open)</b><br/><br/>Just like he usually did when he stopped to rest in a building, Liam left the note on the bed before he began counting the last couple of pages in the small notebook he'd found.<i>Can only write five more of these before I need to find another empty notebook which doesn't have scribbles all over it.</i>He thought, recalling the time when he found a book which had nothing scribbles from beginning to end. A gigantic waste of paper as well as ink. Liam put the pen back into his trouser pocket and picked up the shotgun, walking through the house and outside. He looked left and right for any walkers; there were a couple to his left and one on front of him. He decided that he could slip past the one several meters in front without it detecting him.<br/><br/>He walked crouched and his gun lowered but the fireaxe raised. He needed to be quiet or he'd draw more walkers and alert any survivors of his presence. He made sure to stay at the same pace as it was going and after some minutes of following and checking his surroundings, Liam slowly backed into an alleyway towards the main road. Since it was an open space, he picked a point of interest he could work towards. He needed an objective to focus on so that he was up-to-date on conserving his energy. He chose the hospital some fifty meters down south.<br/><br/>Maybe he'd find bandages in case he gets attacked or more Vicodin, since he was running low. By this time, Liam knew he was addicted to painkillers. Whether because it numbed the pain in his body or it was to cope with the apocalypse, he had no idea. But at the moment, he had more tablets of Vicodin than rounds for both of his guns put together.