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Malcom’s heart sank with the dull THUD of Zara’s body hitting the floor. The creature’s eyes followed Zara, then darted back to Malcom. Malcom stared back, not daring to make a move. He was reminded of a Western a girlfriend of his had loved back in college. It ended with three men in a graveyard fighting over a box of gold, and they were at a standoff since none of them wanted to draw their gun first. Malcom felt like one of those characters. He didn’t want to make a move for fear that the enemy would be faster. He didn’t even know how a thing like this could even exist. “It’s a miracle,” he suddenly thought and he couldn’t help but snort out a short laugh. At the noise, the creature turned and crawled out of the open window behind it like a spider. Malcom looked at the window, then at Zara, then back at the window. He didn’t know what to do. He had almost died, and now he’d have to look after an unconscious girl until she woke up. Unless... unless she was actually with a group like Malcom suspected! But how would he find them? Should he shout? That could risk attracting zombies... No it wouldn’t. If there were still zombies on this floor they would’ve come out by now. That decided it. He needed to get help. He took in a deep breath and shouted.
“Help! Someone! A girl Zara! She’s unconscious!” He shouted words along those lines until he was out of breath, then leaned against the wall. All he could do now was wait.