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"Nothing, but a bunch of plates and smell in here." Gwen was searching all around the first house she came to, hoping to find some more weapons for any one alive. So far, no success. She started going up the stairs when she heard a moan. She pulled out her Colt, and checked her ammo. Another moan came. She was starting to get a little scared, this is an enemy she has read about, but never killed. She walked up silently, but the boards still made a creaky noise when she stepped on it. This time when the moan came, she heard it come from a room on the left. It had a bright yellow color, but there was a corpse on the floor, which almost made her puke, and blood splattered all over the door. She tried to remember what it said about house cleaning in the zombie survival guide. Well she knew there was a zombie in the room, so knocking on it wouldn't do anything. Then she remember that it was going to be a close quarters fight, so she holstered her pistol and pulled out her knife. She got up next to the door, and breathed in and out slowly, but the smell made it hard for her to calm down. She turned the knob slowly, but it was locked. It made for frustrated, so she forgot everything about what not to do, backed away from the door, and kicked it down. It fell the the floor with a hard band, and a long moan came, along with a zombie. She lunged forward with the knife, and lodged it into it's head. Its body fell lifeless to the floor, and it stayed there this time.

She dislodged her knife from the zombies cranium, and cleaned it off. "Gross." She backed off from the room and went to each other room, and knocked on the doors. Luckily she didn't have to go through killing anymore. When she was done inspecting she started checking what looked like the master bedroom, she found a 12. gauge, but only a 5 shells. She picked it up, making sure it was loaded, and went to the window, seeing if there were any places worth inspecting. In the distance she saw a gas station, and hoped there were maybe some people inside. Before she turned away, she saw something moving outside slowly. She knew what it was, and it looked like there were more of them inside the houses. "I guess I'll have to wait for my move, don't wanna die here." She decided not to the downstairs, in case there were some the got inside. She closed the door and locked it and moved the bed and furniture in front of it. "Why couldn't there be 2 others with me, we could take care of those things easily." When she looked out again, it seemed they were all heading in the same direction. That means there were some survivors, she thought, I gotta go find them.

She opened the window quietly hoping not to be noticed, but it was useless. When she barely moved it, it made a loud squeak. "Damn it, how could this get worse." Behind her she could hear moans and banging on the door, "that's how." She climbed out the window and jumped down. She rolled, drew her shotgun and went into a shooting stance. Good thing they moved slowly, or else she wouldn't have had enough time to make it through a gap between all of them. She started running towards the gas station, shooting any zombies that got too close. "There better be survivors here, or else I'm dead."