(meanwhile)<br/><br/>We can hear the moans behind us, moans are not bad. It just means they havenâ€™t thawed yet. Screeching is what we fear, the roaring undead become faster almost to full runs.<br/>SHREAK!<br/>It was at that moment we felt in danger, looking below us across the first floor lobby, to the safe houses. There were thousands of them, all thawed from the fresh meal they had. In front of us thousands, behind us more. Then a glitter of hope.<br/><br/>Shzzt, the radio on my sleeve buzzed â€œNo! Go the the bunkers, not safe houses! Seal all rooms if you see them! We don't want no zombie lurking in the sleeping quartersâ€<br/><br/>But it was too late for those below us on the first floor.<br/>Kay was faster to react than me and threw me back agains the wall, the monstrosities behind us had caught up, he dispatched it quickly by tossing it over the railing to the first floor.<br/>GO, he yelled, get to the bunkers I will stay behind and find more survivors.<br/>No! there are no survivors i replied in a melancholy voice. We cant separate now I cried out while he turned to the horde, i knew what was happening he was sacrificing himself for me, i knew witch bunker the radio message came from.<br/>It wasn't fair.<br/>This whole mess wasnâ€™t fair. My sister, my mother, my father, and now my friend. All died in my place. Whats the point in life if i cant share it with my loved ones.<br/>I turn, a single tear coming from my eye and ran. I ran to the east wing, first floor, sealed chambers bunker 5.<br/><br/>BANG BANG BANG Open up! theyâ€™re closing in on me!<br/>I know a secret passage out of there, LET ME IN!<br/>Damn it, a loud thud sounded. LET ME IN!<br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">(the west wing has been over run the other squads will soon be surrounded, we are on the outer most perimeter so we need to decide weather to try and save them or get away)</span>