look for an escape from that house

the less I was in there, the better I would have felt, this was the fixed thought I had, actually staying in a dark house was not the best, with scissors in the backpack as the only weapon. We were in a fairly large living room, on the left of the stairs led upstairs where I honestly had no intention of sticking their noses. In front of the entrance there was the door leading from the living room to the kitchen, while on the right side there were some big furniture and a television turned over on the ground.

The smell was stale and some dull thuds were heard above, in fact, after hearing the first one, I motioned for silence to Linda.

Both scared to **** we slowly moved our steps towards the kitchen, convinced that on the top floor some infected were just waiting to receive an incentive to reactivate.

Whether they were men or women the problem would not have subsided, being captured meant becoming infected. It was a thought that came back to me often, that terrified me and gave me disgust. Becoming a sort of **** zombie, certainly were not my ideals for the future.

Every wrong step could be fatal, every shot given to anything would probably result in another pursuit.

We reached the window and grabbing the handle slowly prayed that this would not make too much noise in turning it and then open it. It was one of my longest and most stressful moments in my life. We heard the screeching of the wood just and then no noise.

We were free and after helping Linda I climbed too, then jumping out.

We found ourselves in a long gravel courtyard where at last there was the green apple gate that the group of infected had opened.