It had been two days since Adrian had heard the distress call. He kept hope alive in his mind though, thinking that maybe they hadnâ€™t received any help yet and were just calling it quits, or maybe they moved on. Either way he had to check it out. He knew the place they were calling from and it wouldnâ€™t be long before it was in sight.<br/><br/>â€œDamnâ€¦â€ he cursed to himself as he came around the street corner and found the front entrance of the store littered with the walking dead. Silently Adrian crept his way up the street, taking cover in a doorway to a closed down restaurant across the street. Slowly he pulled out an arrow, setting it loosely in the string of the bow. He didnâ€™t want to have to use it but he knew he would without hesitation if it meant him or â€œthemâ€.<br/><br/>Adrian studied the area in front of him, seeing that there was an alley at the far end of the other building, and the more riskier one right between the store and the other building. Opting for the path of least resistance, Adrian began crossing the street in a diagonal patter, heading for the building next to the store. Crossing successfully Adrian huddled up against a public mailbox, peaking around the side at the moaning horde that crowded the storefront windows. Looking over to the other side of the building he could see an alley, and his hopes brightened. After taking a deep breath, Adrian sprung to his feet and made his way into the alley but stopped almost as fast as he entered.<br/><br/>â€œShitâ€¦â€ he cursed in but a whisper as he found himself looking upon a rather large group of them huddled on the ground feasting away at some poor bastardsâ€™ corpse. There was no other option now, he had to go to the other alley. Adrian backed out of the alley slowly then crept alongside the front of the building, making his way towards the horde. With each step he held his breath longer. Before he knew it he was at the entrance of the storeâ€™s alley, the horde of undead just a few yards away. Adrian was confident in his abilities of taking on 4 or 5 at the most, but this was like a small platoon which was well out of Adrianâ€™s comfort zone.<br/><br/>After another deep breath, Adrian slowly stepped around the corner into the alley way which thankfully was clear of any feasting corpses. But now his luck ran out as his shoulder brushed against a loose brick, knocking off a small broken corner that when it landed, was just loud enough to catch the hordeâ€™s attention.<br/><br/>â€œMother fu..!â€ Adrian exclaimed as he quickly drew his bow and let fly a steel tipped arrow straight through the closest oneâ€™s head, dropping it instantly. Adrian quickly slung the bow on his back and made a fast break down the alley, searching wildly for a side door and thankfully finding one; but as luck would have it, was unfortunately locked. Frantically Adrian pounded with both fists shouting loudly taking precious seconds to glance down the alley at the ever slow approaching hungry mob of walking dead.<br/><br/>â€œHey! Come on open up! I heard the call and I came to help but you have to let me in, theyâ€™re almost here!â€ Adrian screamed at the door. Looking back towards the mass mob he found them to be much closer then he would ever have wanted. Their hands reached out mere meters away. Suddenly the lock jiggled and the door swung open and Adrian fell inside the door, kicking it shut and relocking it himself. He looked back and to his surprise, saw a whole group of survivors, the most living people he had seen in such a long time. He approached slowly attempting to catch his breath.<br/><br/>â€œHey..iâ€™mâ€¦Iâ€™m Adrian.â€ He paused again to catch more of his breath. â€œI heard the call, were you the ones who made it?â€ their blank stares and averted eyes were enough to tell him that they too were too late to the original S.O.S survivors. Adrian nodded his head slowly.