It had been days now, Ed's been stuck in his barricaded home alone with a bat and barely anything to eat. the zombies haven't noticed him... yet....
he knew he had to move on and find more supplies, he wanted to keep living as many do.
his old life was boring, sad and hateful, so much that he didn't know which one's worse: the situation right now or his life back before the infection
he could hear moans getting louder, footsteps nearer, he tightened his grip on his bat and prepared for the worst.