The smell of iron hit Mr. Rasberry in the face like a hammer. Mr. Rasberry couldn't keep himself from doubling over and gagging. Mr. Rasberry was barely able to keep from emptying his stomach on the dismembered arms and legs next to him. Mr. Rasberry was able to straighten himself after a few minutes of holding his stomach and dry heaving, gasping for any possible clean air. He stood stranding straight trying to wrap his head around the grotesque sight in front of him. Sticky dark red blood covered the floor pooling in some areas, clumps visible from afar.

     Mr. Rasberry was so grateful for the bandana his wife prepared for him otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to think from the strong smell. Mr. Rasberry grabbed one of his hunting knives from the side of his bag. He knelt down to check the temperature of the pooled blood. Mr. Rasberry was expecting to feel any sort of warmth through his gloves but the blood was ice cold and clotted like cottage cheese. Mr. Rasberry would have gagged at the sight of the dark red clots sliding down his gloves but he knew he had to make sure the dangers on this floor were taken care of. 

     There are a total of four condos on Mr. Raspberry's floor. Mr. Rasberry was lucky to live in a condo complex, and it wasn't a holiday so not too many creatures should be in the entirety of the complex he hoped. Mr. Rasberry went into sneak mode to the condo right next to his. Mr. Rasberry tried his best to be quiet even with all the splashing blood at his feet. He made it to the door and put his ear against it to see if he could hear any movements or groans. Mr. Rasberry waited for only a minute but it felt like he was stuck there forever before he tried for the door handle. Mr. Rasberry was expecting the door to be locked but as soon as he touched the handle the door creaked open with an eerie sound. Mr. Rasberry gripped his knife tightly and slowly stepped into the condo but nothing happened. 

     Mr. Rasberry checked the two rooms, one bathroom and the kitchen. He found a couple packs of fried noodles and a few cans of food. Mr. Rasberry couldn't find anything else that would be useful, no toiletries or even beds. The house was bare like they knew this was going to happen and just left without a word. He brushed his index finger along the dining table and saw he had wiped away a significant amount of dust away. Mr. Rasberry blew the dust away and went to the next condo. Again there were no zombies but there was a bit more food and toiletries. The house was on the cleaner side but the front door was covered in blood, small dents here and there making it clear they got caught before they could get inside. Mr. Rasberry dropped the goods off at home before checking the last condo on his floor. Mr. Rasberry knew he had been way too lucky with the last two condos so he made sure to be extra quiet this time around.

     Good thing he was careful because there was a zombie not far from the door. Mr. Rasberry felt a shiver go down his spine when he looked at the zombie's mangled body. One arm was twisted in impossible ways, its legs were missing pieces of skin everywhere like it had a peeler put against them, some of the dangling gnarled skin was dripping black ooze. The zombie's face was the worst sight possible, half its face was peeled but still barely dangled from its chin, its eye socket spilling bugs with each jolt. The mouth was detached preventing it from biting but also not keeping its teeth from falling out of his rotting gums. 

     The other half of its face had bugs feasting off of it, both ears clogged with wiggling maggots. Its eye was swinging from each struggled step it took, its groans raspy and barely audible. Mr. Rasberry sneaked into the condo knowing the zombie had no possible way of seeing or hearing him. The smell coming off the zombie was strong, almost making Mr. Rasberry gag but he was still able to get it straight in the brain. The smell that followed made Mr. Rasberry puke until the only thing left was stomach acid. After regaining his composure Mr. Rasberry took a good look at his surroundings and was disgusted by what the zombie had done. Mr. Rasberry searched around the condo and found the owners in the bedroom, rib cages ravaged into nothing, fear etched into their lifeless faces. Mr. Rasberry covered them with the blanket from the blood soaked bed, determination washing over him as he thought about his own family.

     Mr. Rasberry couldn't salvage anything from the condo due to it being soaked in blood. Mr. Rasberry went back to his family to make sure they were still okay. When he got back they were sitting on the couch eating and watching a dvd. Mrs. Rasberry saw her husband and stood up trying not to spill her plate of food. “Honey I just made some food. Sit, sit, eat and relax. You've been working hard since early.” Mrs. Rasberry said while pushing Mr. Rasberry to the couch. Mrs. Rasberry plated some chicken and rice, with vegetables on the side. Mrs. Rasberry pushed the plate into his hands before sitting down next to him to finish her food. Halfway through his plate something flashed before his eyes a bright screen that settled to purple after a few seconds.

     “Ooo, you got a status window too.” Mrs. Rasberry said, looking at the screen. “Can you see what it says?” Mr. Rasberry asked, confused. “No, it's completely blank for me.” Mrs. Rasberry said nonchalantly, still staring at the screen. Mr. Rasberry scratched his head before reading the screen.[Territory take over] (Whenever you clear a set area it becomes your territory, nothing can enter without your approval.) Mr. Rasberry's eyes went wide as he realized he could keep his family safe. He scarfed down his food and ran out the door like a predator who's ready to reclaim his territory.

     It took a few weeks of searching and stabbing grotesque barely moving corpses that smelled worse than a trash full of baby poop that's been sitting for a month. During his subjection Mr. Rasberry found out his wife also got a status window with skills for cooking and farming. He was so excited that she got skills to help her with the things she loves to do that he cleared the whole roof as a gift for her, he even set up a little garden area for her though it was roughly made. Mr. Rasberry had planned to help anyone he found, but there were only zombies and corpses. Mr. Rasberry came back stressed every time but as soon as he saw his wife and kid the stress just melted away.