Oliver was running as fast as he could. He was tired, injured, hungry, and scared. He had been running from a group of zombies for hours. He was alone, and he was terrified. He was desperately looking for shelter when he saw a house. He ran to the door and pounded on it. He hoped that someone was inside, and that they would open the door and let him in. He didn't know what else to do, and he was almost out of hope. “help me please!” he shouted with a raspy tired voice