Knock knock

Knocking firmly on the door, you wait for several long seconds. You think you can hear something being said softly inside the house, but you cant tell what is being said.

Finally, you see the door handle turn slowly, then the door jerks open. Almost instantly, two squirt guns are shoved in your face. Stumbling back, you put your hands up in a surrender gesture, "Hey! I dont mean any trouble," You say, unsure of what they have in could possibly have in their squirt guns that would pose a serious threat.

"Who are you?" A tall black man demands.

"Are you alone?" A red headed woman asks somewhat less harshly.

"Have you been Infected?" A portly, balding man asks from right behind the two.

Before they can continue their barrage of questions, you cut in, "My name is James McAnnon, I've been alone for a long time." You swallow, fearful that they will slam the door in your face when you answer the last question, "I was exposed orally to the virus maybe two hours ago."

"Well shit," The black man says, his squirt gun lowering, sympathy in his eyes, "Get inside before one of those things sees you," He says, the other two already protesting.