**Upstairs, day care room, room 203**<br/><br/>The sounds of Zombies hitting the wooden door could be heard for the group downstairs, within the room Marian Johnson was comforting a young black haired boy, he was only 5 and had seen his mother and father killed by zombies while they had escaped. "shh. Shh. there there Darin." She said softly. Darin cried loudly so very upset was the little boy. Marian had piled things in front of the doors but they were still trapped in that room since Marian had no weapon nor did the boy, but the zombies still beat and battered on the door, it would be only a matter of time before they would manage to break through the door and things piled behind it. "Oh Darin shh, please baby, your mama and papa wouldn't want their big boy crying." She held him gently she was just as upset but she tried to appear strong for the little boy in her care.