“Shh…” He mumbled, his finger to your lip. “Stay quiet.” He said silently. His hand retreated from your waist, moving to the door. He locked it quietly. There was a horde of zombies near your location and the only refuge you could take was in an old attic filled with cobwebs and boxes that hadn’t been opened in a long time. He gently guided you away from the door. He looked around, finding a large piece of furniture. He pushed the dresser in front of the door, blocking it from any zombie that tried to get in.