Something just woke me up.
There's a noise coming from the room directly south from mine. The room that used to belong to my parents.
I'll admit, it was a bit bittersweet - for a few seconds, in the bliss of ignorance, I almost believed it was the dawn of a new day. My parents rumbling awake in the dawn hours. Fuck, it almost seems unfair.
But there's still something there. And it certainly isn't my moms or pops.
It could be a looter I guess. Another survivor. But I doubt that. The sounds don't sound like drawers being opened and chests being searched and slammed. Just a random banging and thrashing. Screaming and crying.
It's most certainly one of them.
An infected. A Freak.