I sit in the small room, my back pressed against the wall, and my feet the door, outside, I hear a low groan.<br/><br/>"Dang it." I mutter. Slowly, I push open the door, reveailng the wasteland that is the outside wordl. A slow zombie stumbles around outside, but, there is a speeder outside. I fell my claws elongate out of my fingernails, and fangs pop out of my jaw. With a feral growl, I leap out of the closet, my teeth sinking into the zombies flesh.