Wandering around a haunted house, the smell filling your nostrils, looking for a small room to survive the night. Away from the zombies, all alone. You lost your group a few days again, and since then, you have been surviving all alone. No one to talk with or laugh with. No one. At all.

As you're wandering around the house, you hear footsteps and voices.. like 6 voices at a time. Since the house is so big, the voices echoed, making you think it were zombies. You quickly hide behind a closet as you get your knife ready for if you get attacked. Your breathing heavened in the dark room, dark night.

As the footsteps grew closer to the closet, you jumped out from behind the closet, pointing the knife at the persons with your eyes closed. As you open your eyes, you isgh in relief, but you're still shocked. It's a group of 8 people, probably a mother, father, 2 sons, and 4 daughters.

“Oh dear, we aren't here to attack you! Don't worry. We are surviving here, too. What are you doing here all alone?” the mother smiles warmly at you. The kids just look annoyed. You drop your knife to the ground, looking at the family in front of you.