It is June 15th, 2015. After four hours of isolation, David hears a knock on the door. He opens the door and it’s his friends knowing that David has the safest place from the zombie invasion. They beg David to let them in, but these cries fall on unremorseful ears. David tells he’s friends to go away before they attract whatever those noises were. They argue and pled for ten whole minutes before being interrupted by screams once again. The men outside fall silent, after a while, not knowing what has happened, David opens the door to investigate and to only see he’s friends have vanished.
Twenty yards away, David see’s the walking dead approaching his way. He quickly closes and seals the impenetrable door to his self-made fortress. After seeing the dead, David begins to hear the dead, clawing, gnawing, and banging at the walls and the door of the safe house, all while constant moaning and groaning. David panics, his heart rate increases rapidly and his breaths become short and loud. After 5 minutes of noise and breakdown, David reassures himself that his fortress is safe and indestructible from the zombies.
Three hours after chaos began, David has grown tired and lays down to sleep. He lays for a several minutes before the noises finally causes David to erupt in inept fury. He screams and bangs his hands against the door in retaliation. After exhausting himself, David decides to craft earplugs out of some paper towels he has in his storage. David is now capable sleeping through the night. The next morning after eating breakfast, he thinks to himself “what am I going to do all day? “ After thinking that out, David decides to write down he’s memoirs. He desperately searches for a pen, success he finds one. He then searches to find paper, but only to find a roll of paper towels. David begins to write his memoirs, to finish with his late childhood in the afternoon and retires to bed. He wakes up and repeats his routine for a week straight. After one week of writing, something happens to David that he did not plan to happen. The pen ink ran out, and now he’s back to doing nothing. After one full week of no distractions and only the noise of the dead to keep him company, he must of silence. David begs and pleads with the undead for an hour, but these cries fall on unremorseful ears. Determined to have silence, David grabs the pen and painfully tears his eardrums out. It’s been awhile with the silence, and then a gunfire breaks the moans of the undead. Several minutes later the guns cease fire, a knock on the door and a solider asks ‘is anyone here? You can come out now it’s safe’, but these words fall on deaf ears. The solders leave David to his impenetrable fortress. David lives the rest of his life with three things he needs to survive: food, water, and silence.