Something presses against Randall. This feeling tickles Randall and makes him uncomfortable so he slaps that thing away. Everywhere seems to be quiet shortly. Randall finds some cans beside him when he sobers up. He wrinkles his frown in concentration. It is getting cold but feels snug when the wind blows because Randall is cover with a dark blanket. A scream cut the night and Randall hears the noise outside the building. Something after the noisy of the city is cruelty. It is a no-brainer that the next step is death. Randall saw many deaths in the past seven days, and fewer and fewer survivors remain as each day passes. The person who saved him is out this building he thinks, because he is injured. No one would like to stay with the people who will become “INFECTED”. It is necessary to be cruelly when the people be “INFECTED”. This is the essential. Randall’s hearing developed such acuteness that in the dark he hears the faintest sound. The sound of moving from outside is high speed. Within the room, the sound could clearly be heard. Randall improves his vigilant. There is no weapons, so he picks up a can and ready for defense. Although they are usually not very helpful, but is better than actually have nothing at all. The door is pushed open. The black shadow is creeping into the room. The black shadow pulls Randall down before he know what was happening, and the blanket falls down. The can even comes off before it hit on the head of shadow. This guy caught Randall’s wrist and make he could not move. He thinks no man equals this guy in strength at that time. Randall unlooses his grip and the can is rolled away. The breath became harder and harder. Randall hears his own, the rasping of the beaten gangster. Randall is confined in a sweat arms and smells blood. “Shit!” Randall rips out with curse after he realizes that this guy is not human and also not just a simple “INFECTED”. The man makes his head down that Randall can see the mouse of the shadow. The smell of blood is from there. Randall against hardly and at the same time, the wound which is on the shoulder is cracking, the blood is flowing down, and the shirt is dyed by the red.