The screams ripped through the air as they threw their fists against the door. The carnage could be heard behind them; bones snapping and flesh tearing. The screams started to be muffled as the blood filled their mouths and throats as they were eaten alive. She lost her cool then and began to scream as well, her hand turning read and bruising as she continued to beat on the door. She couldn't die here. She wouldn't die here. She grabbed the door handle, trying it again, shaking and turning the nob even though she knew it was all for not. The hot tears were pouring down her dirty face as she sobbed her pleas, her voice horse already from screaming.

That was when she heard it: the cry of those horrible plagued beings. She spun around, slamming her back on the door. In her rush, the door nob dug into her back. Her knees gave out on their own, turning her into a crumpled pile on the ground as the infected man ran at her. She clutched to her satchel, her body going numb and her mind drowning out the noises around her. "Help me..." She felt herself mutter. It ran at her, flesh pealing off it's body like a horrible sunburn. Blood and puss trailed down it's clothes, dry or wet, she didn't care; it was repulsive. She threw up on the ground before her, accepting her fate. She closed her eyes, her face burning as her tears flowed into her still healing wounds.

Her heart pounded in her ears as faces flashed before her eyes. She felt the hands grab her shoulder and jerk her back towards the door and she knew... she knew...

It was over...