Oakhaven Zombie Apocalypse

Day 34. New discovery: those things are far more sensitive to sound than I ever imagined. Last night, I was rummaging through an abandoned pharmacy looking for antibiotics, and I just barely knocked over an empty tin can. Less than thirty seconds later, footsteps came from the end of the hallway. Not shuffling — running. They run. Don't believe the slow-motion crap in those movies. When they hear a sound, they lunge at it like starving wolves. I hid under the counter, listening to them snapping at the air, until dawn. I didn't get a single pill from that pharmacy. Now I'm afraid to even breathe too loud. Remember: every time you search for supplies, you're rolling dice with death.