Day 5

I have spent a day in the hut. There was hardly any light inside the hut, but spending a day in the hut I got accustomed to the darkness and was not going to risk drawing open the curtains in case any of the infected see me and try to break in. I would occasionally take a peak at outside and realised I was somewhere in a forest. Someone must have saved me and left me in the hut before going back to the crash site to look for Joey, Luke and Mike, but i guessed that he never made it back.... I was going crazy inside the hut and had to go outside, even though it meant risking my life. Besides, the food supply was diminishing. I stepped out into the bright sunlight for he first time since the crash. I adjusted my eyes to the glare and scanned the surroundings, making sure there weren't any infected lurking around. Gathering all my courage, I began venturing out into the deep dark woods.... It was about an hour later that I realised that I was somewhat lost. I panicked. It was hot and humid, my perspiration drenching my collar. Then suddenly, I turned around to see an old man, soaked in blood staggering towards me. I lifted my gun, but before I could do anything, he called out to me. I ran across to him still wary, lifting him by the shoulder and putting his around my shoulder. He told me to take me back to the hut, and it suddenly dawned on me that this was the man that saved me! He directed me back to the hut, and when we were about a hundred meters away from the hut when the old man had a sudden seizure. He was turning. I dropped him to the ground and aimed my pistol at his head. He stopped moving all of a sudden but within a few seconds, jumped up and tried to attack me, but my bullet shot him between the eyes and he dropped to the ground like a crumpled heap of bones. I searched his body for weapons, but found only 5 clips for a pistol and 20 bullets for a shotgun. I ran back into the hut immediately, in case my gunshot attracted any of the infected... I turned the hut upside down, searching for weapons. In the end, all I found was an old hunting rifle, a sawn-off shotgun and a glock 9mm. I armed myself and spent the remaining time looking for food and a map of this place. Two hours later, I stepped out of the hut, with the hunting rifle hanging across my shoulder and a backpack full of supplies. In my hand I held a sawn-off shotgun and a map of the forest, carefully mapped out by the old man himself. I then carefully followed the map, onto the path of no return.........