In the middle of the kitchen were 2 corpses. One had his head blown off. By the looks of it propably a zombie. When Ben turned the other corpse around, he looked straight in the eyes of his neighbour. It seemed that he killed himself with a shotgun, after killing the corpse. Closer examination revealed the ugly truth: He had been bitten. Ben could only guess what happened here.
Due to the foul smell of the corpse, he had to act quickly or he would faint because of the odors. He grabbed the shotgun that was lying around, together with the shells. Ben knew that his neighbour always had a shotgun ready in case "Aliens were coming and this would prevent them to take him in their spaceship", but this was not the spaceship he had hoped for.
In a drawer he found some bags. He filled the bags with the contents of the fridge, and threw them over the fence. At least he got enough rations for the rest of the week. Ben went upstairs, slowly while holding the gun in his hand. When a zombie tried to attack him, he would face the barrel first. When he finally was upstairs, he heard a door slowly opening behind him, and Ben turned around. In the middle of the door stood a zombie. Ben pulled the trigger, only to hear a loud click.
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