I like being on my own but I don't like being lonely

Rest.

My head was spinning. I sat up, peeping through the crack in the door. It was eerily silent. I stood up and gently gave the door a shove, it pushed open against the boxes. I walked out into the hallway of the abandoned house, the floorboards seemed to echo with every step. I couldn't hear any walkers around but I was still cautious. I grabbed my backpack  from one of the boxes ad decided to carry on my journey to....who am I kidding? I didn't  even know where I was going. As long as it's away from here and away from them. I glanced around the curtain, there were a few walkers but nothing I couldn't handle.
I grabbed my knife by the handle, pulled the front door open and walked out into the open. I silently took out the walkers near me, leaving the others to wander aimlessly, just like I was doing. I stared up at the house I had spent the night in, the weather had worn the wood down, it was dirty and falling apart. Thoughts crossed my mind of what this place was like before all this, did a family live here? Kids?  I pushed the thoughts out of my head, now was not the time to get emotional. I remember the time when all I would do was cry.
'Daddy please, I'm tired' I sighed as we stumbled further into the woods. He grunted in response but carried on. It felt as if my body would collapse if I kept walking. Suddenly loud groans filled my ears. My dad pulled out his gun and put down three walkers. Loud sobs racked through my body. Why couldn't the world just go back to normal, I was sick of having to see this. Sick of having to watch my dad kill these people....these things. My dad grabbed my hand and kept running. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I ran after him. That night, just like every other, I cried myself to sleep.'
I walked around the yard, it seemed empty, clean almost, like people had been here? But the food in the house was left untouched. There was a perfect footprint left by the side of the house. The print was fresh, it was made within the last two days. As a tracker I tried to mimic their movements, that's when I noticed the small crack in the wall of the house. Running my fingers over the jagged edges, I realised this was made by a weapon of some sort, not weather. When I looked through the crack, there was a perfect view of the cupboard I had spent the night in. It was a trap. I tried to act as calm as possible, as if I was just looking at the house. I took a look around the yard one last time before walking into the woods behind the house. Whoever was watching me, didn't have the guts to come out but the whole time, I could feel their eyes all over me. After a few hours of walking I finally felt at ease. They were no longer watching me. I walked for a bit longer just to be sure. I found a small clearing, the grass was long and there were no walkers. I decided to rest for a bit. I sat down in the grass, relief struck my aching muscles. I grabbed a water bottle and some food from my bag. My body began to shiver as the cold wind graced across my skin. I pulled a jumper over my body that I had found in the house.After finishing my little break, I set out on the road, once again not knowing where I was or where I was going.