Awake with the sunrise.

The sun starts to peak through the window as your eyes slowly start to open. You stretch your arms high in the air and let out a fairly audible yawn. You bring your hands up to your eyes and rub the sleep out of them. When you're blurry vision finally fades, your eyes go wide.

Zeds.

Lots and lots of zeds outside on the street. You know the gunshot would lure them in, but you didn't expect that much. You scan the streets, right to left, when your eyes stop on the crashed jeep. You squint, trying to see better, if Hannah is still there. After about 30 seconds of trying your best to see through the crowds of Zeds you catch movement in the Jeep. "Huh, she's awake now..." you pause "but surrounded."

You continue to watch on, Zeds pounding on the door, the windows, trying to get inside, trying to get their next meal.

"And the poor girl can't even fight back because I took her weapons..." you mumble to yourself.

Part of you feels bad. You bring your hand up and rub the side of your temples trying to think.

Your hear glass on the jeep starting to creek and crack from the distance. "Did I do the right thing...?" you start to question yourself