[[ I will go ahead and start, Both of you are accepted. ]]
Odann shifted his radars to the sound of a sudden clink of glass. He jumped to the side, and examined his surroundings, it had been him, foolishly knocking over an old coca-cola glass as h bumped into an end table. He always hated coming to old abandoned homes like this, especially due to the danger of flesh eaters. He stood still for a moment and invited all sounds into his ear drums. Nothing came, the coast was clear, for now. he made his way to a back bedroom, where the scene of guts and gore appeared all over the scraped tan walls. He swallowed anxiously before making his way deeper into the room. No signs of life, or as many say, the un-living. The male scanned the house, and all that remained was blood and broken walls and windows. He scratched at the refrigerator door, and opened it after a few blunt attempts. Old rotten milk and meat, and a few very expired apples is all that remained. He turned his haunches, and his eyes set on an old bag, dubbed with a dog food brand. He quickly but silently made his way to the bag, and thanked god to see the bag was still half-full. He shoved his maw inside, and scarfed down as much as he could, as quickly as he could.
The brute finished, and licked his furry chops. Another sound quickly shot his radars up. He crouched around the counter, and examined the only room he left unseen. The pantry, of course, why didn't he think of it?, Odann let out a low growl, and flashed his shuny white chompers. Nothing came of it, until he made his way closer to the pantry door. Out shot a sick looking individual. Screaming for its next meal of meat, Odann lashed out, springing his back legs into the air and towards the wicked flesh eater. He felt the rotten skin of the zombie sink in around his sharp kanines, and he thrashed his head viciously. he felt the sharp pain as both zombie and him hit the kitchen floor. He knew never to let go though, not until the thing stopped moving for good. He felt a fleshy human hand grip his leg, and he let go of the two-legged's jaw bone. He had ripped half its face clear off, but the thing kept squirming. One last lash of Odann's sharp teeth, and the rotten body lay limp on the floor. Odann let out a sigh of relief, before realizing he had to get the hell out of there, and quickly.