Somehwere Between Hell and Zombies

Sorry for the interruption, I just thought that you should know a little more about the people

you are taking the time to read about.

About half way down the street stood a group of people or "zombies" coming our

way. "Should we go out there? Or wait and see what they are? Although I'm pretty sure that

we already know." Derek said. I didn't answer him as I backed up slowly into the house;

pulling him with me. When we were both inside, I shut and locked the door.

I remember wondering if they had seen us or could smell us and our fresh flowing blood. I

didn't ask though because I really did not want an answer. In some cases, answers are

best left unasked and unanswered.

"They just don't walk right," Derek muttered as he turned away from the door. "lets get some

food and head back to your room, that way we can see them from your window. He began

walking to the fridge then froze like someone playing Simon says. I walked up to him and

stopped dead when I saw it too. "Where did Teddy go?" I asked as we heard something in

the room next to us. Derek reached over me and grabbed a knife from the knife block.