Hide and Seek

You waddle over carpets and broken glass. You don't have to fear getting jumped by your fellow dead, and you don't even comprehend fear anyway, so you make noise with every step. It's not easy walking around with your skates, but you can't roll on such an uneven floor.

The smell brings you to a door, and something deep within you bubbles with rage. You don't comprehend why, but the few working synapses left in your brain associate the symbol beside to... something bad. In your state, you don't recognize the diagonal zigzag for what it means (stairs), but you've seen it often enough that your instincts have started dreading it. Maybe the ambient smell of live flesh or the anticipation of hot sex is giving a modicum of life to your remaining braincells.

However, your feelings simmer down as soon as you open the door. A dozen zombies lay splattered over the steps. If any warm human had passed this door recently, these ghouls would be up and about, sniffing the air and searching for live tail. So, your preys haven't taken the stairs, that's good.

You turn back, moving swiftly through the first floor of the dilapidated buildings as more and more zombies shamble upright, scrunching their nose and biting the air.

When you reach the front door, all of your fellows are up. The two women couldn't have come back here, or else these dead ones would be a lot more bouncy. This means, they're hiding somewhere.