A group of residents were stuck in their buildings at the outer corners of the city of Soleda. Unknownst to them, this was the very place where the vampire had bit her first target and made her first pawn. The crack of apocalypse at the crack of dawn, in the stinky of the streets.
Zombies had huddled around the buildings, leaving the ones inside stuck and up to their fates. No matter how many shelves they stacked at the doors the hinges would still rattle, no matter how many desks they shoved at the windows, the panes would still crack.
"Are they still outside?" asked a burly man.
The one at the door climbed on a couch and peered down the shelves. The few residents in the three-storey building had huddled all of their stuff together to make these barricades.
"Still there Suk, many of them."