Nov 1, 2016
Trapped
Trapped. They were trapped. At every door and window she could see distorted faces clawing at the glass, desperate to break in and devour all five of them. Flora thanked her lucky stars that she’d insisted Finley stay at the House, much to his dismay. She held the gun she had been given incredibly tightly, and shot a glance around the room. There was no visible exit.
“Any ideas guys?” She voiced aloud to anyone who wanted to answer. The walker groans were increasing in volume and Flora could feel the beat of her heart quickening by the second. She knew they didn’t have a lot of time to figure out a plan.
