The zombie began to charge. Ben frantically tried to reload, and just as the zombie was touching him, Ben closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. A huge explosion followed, making Ben completely deaf for a moment. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw the zombie lying in front of him, in his head a gaping hole. Ben couldnt believe that he was so lucky.
He knew that he had to act quickly, because he heard sounds coming from outside and he also heard something trembling upstairs. There were more of them. He quickly ran into the bedroom, grabbed all the sheets and stuff he could: A torchlight, desinfectant and rubber gloves. In a small drawer he found more shells and a small handgun. He had no time to look for special things, he grabbed everything he could and dumped it in his bag.
Outside the moaning became louder. Ben knew that it was just a matter of time before they finally reached him, and as soon as they reached him, he would be dead before he could reload the gun. While he was running towards the stairs, another door opened and just as the zombie wanted to get through the door, Ben kicked the door shut with his foot. "Mwwaaahhhrrrrhhh" was the sound that came behind the door. "He's pissed off" thought Ben, while he was running for his life. Behind him he heard the crack from the front door.
Running for his life, he almost tripped on the zombie in the kitchen. The zombies were marching inside, and he was running with that heavy bag on his back. He ran out the backdoor, threw the bag full of stuff over the fence and started shooting. One zombie, two zombies... It looked like they came out the back door like they didnt care. As soon as Ben heard a click, he threw his gun over the fence and started running, the zombies closely behind him.
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