He closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of the knife scraping against the door. He knew there were people inside - living people. He could smell them. They were his 'candy'.<br/><br/>But nothing happened. His dead eyes gazed upon the door. He licked his lips and reached out to press the button. But they wouldn't open. He pressed the button again and smiled.<br/><br/>"Oh, games," he said. He pressed the button with the tip of the knife, then with the butt. When still nothing happened, he took a few steps back. He laughed. He licked the knife.<br/><br/>He leaped forward and the heel of his right foot smashed against the door.<br/><br/>The door was not steel. It was some synthetic plastic, hard, reinforced, but not unbreakable. It cracked. The infected man thrust his heel into the crack again. And this time, the door broke down.