After a week of having the feeling of being followed it was time to barricade a home to prevent zombies from getting in. Not like they know how to climb up to the second floor. As you were just about finished the sun was setting and the sun set. It was unwise to go outside due to the sudden hoard that came out. Hours later there was a sound, something upstairs. You walked upstairs and rounded the corner and nearly had a heart attack due to the looming giant shadow in the hallway, standing there menacingly. The elegant way the brute zombie held himself was so odd. His pale blue irises locked onto yours. He breathed softly.