The middle-aged man nervously stared at their zombified neighbors. A few days ago, they were still happily talking, but they had turned into walking corpses.
"Father, are they gone?"
The middle-aged man anxiously turned his head when he heard his son. He quickly made a 'shushing' gesture, but it was already too late. The zombies, with their sharp senses, heard the commotion inside the thatched house.
Growl! Growl!
The teenage boy knew that he had made a huge mistake when he heard the growling zombies. He had a look of guilt and remorse upon realizing what he had done.
"Go hide with your mother and sister! I'll take care of them!" The middle-aged man resolutely said.
"Sorry, father!" The boy cried with anguish as he went back into hiding.