Ben jumped over the fence. Just as he was on the middle of the fence, someone grabbed his feet. Ben started kicking frantically, and the hand loosened his grip, which made Ben fall facedown on the other side. With a loud "thud" fell Ben on top of the bag. Ben couldnt resist to let out a curse. He almost got killed. He knew that the zombies would find another way to come to him, he was too tasty to let go so easely.
He had to go, the backyard wasnt safe enough. He knew that if he went indoor, his barricade would help him survive. He grabbed the bag and started dragging it inside. When he was inside, he heard the zombies getting out of the house, making lots of noise on the way. Some zombies started to pound on his front door. He knew that if he kept quiet, they would get away.
But they didnt. More and more came banging on the door. Ben knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to act now. He grabbed a bag that he could carry on his back, and started to put cans, blankets and ammo in the bag. He knew that the onliest way to survive was the fact that he had to get out of the house and on to somewhere safe. He loaded all the guns that he had, and put his trustworthy baseball bat on his back. When he was out of ammo, then he had got something to swing. He began standing in front of the door, listening to the noise outside and the bangs to the door.
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