At least the grunts of the undead make you forget your own stomach noises, you've lost track of how long you've been here, you thought someone would come to help you but they've forgotten about you... No wonder after all , you are in a cell, but your crimes are not serious enough to die here.

You wonder what will come first, your death due to inaction or those bars will give way to those creatures that want to eat you... Which would be better? At least you have water to drink from that tap.

The room is dark and damp, the smell of a corpse has already seeped everywhere, you curl up in that uncomfortable bed waiting for your moment.

One, two, three, four shots make you jump from your place to see your admirers now thrown against the bars, a lamp stuns your vision. Did someone come to save you? The sound of the metal of the keys against the door lock, it creaks when opening, it lacks oil, but that doesn't matter anymore.

—"Come on, get out of there, the shots can attract more" without asking, you do what he tells you, now thanks to the moonlight you can see him better, a young police officer with blonde hair, his uniform is dirty and has blood of the dead possibly