The front door, turns out it was a wise choice as you hear the kitchen windows which is out the back smash and a loud moan coming from something coming through them. You run to your car fumbling with the keys before you finally get in and close the door. You jam the keys into the ignition and look behind you, already to see a swarm of what can only be described as people, who look like they hadn’t taken care of themselves, in the meaning that they had dirty clothes on some ripped they’re faces were a strange colour, sort of dark red, but by this time the car was started and you were slamming your foot on the accelerator.
Now you’re speeding along the road, one path leads into the city where you could probably join up with the rest of the survivors and wait for the army to arrive and clear up this whole mess. Or, you could start driving along the outskirts check what’s going on; after all you could be driving into any situation…
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