The night has come

We were making our way into this tiny village of the dammed. I wanted to leave Bob behind but he started spouting a load of shit about you dot tell me what to do and I can keep up with the best of you. Blah blah blah. We were using parked cars for cover and so far so good. We hadn’t seen a zombie or a person yet but we can’t start counting chickens yet.

Colin came up behind me and whispered in my ear.

“You see that house there. The one with the black door.”

I looked over to where he was pointing and had described. From what I could see it looked empty and unremarkable.

“Yeah what about it?”

“I saw something move.”

“Something? Like what?”

“Not sure could have been a Z.”

“Ok keep your keen eyes peeled. Let the others know when you can.”

That pissed on my bonfire. We had only just come into this place of death and decay. Already the dead had ben seen. The shop was close. Maybe only two-fifty. Three hundred meters away. It could still be empty when we get there if we ge