Ch: 6 (old)

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Sarah went to knock on the door as I inspected the building a little more. The building was a 2 story building, there were little small cracks coming out from behind the mud that someone had put on the house. I rubbed some of the mud off, it was fairly easy as it was still wet as if it was just put on.

"Um...Sarah?" I asked her, I turned around to face her. She was standing in front of the door.

"Yes?" She asks me as she still faces the door.

"There is still some wet mud," I told her.

"What?" She asks me. She stops whatever she was doing and comes over to where I am. "Are you sure it was wet and not damp from possibly the rain? It did rain last night."

"I'm positive," I told her. "The mud is wet."

Sarah put her hand against the wall and mud rubbed off in her hands. "I see." Was all she said afterward before going back over to the door. She banged on the door four times before she smashed it in.

"Was that really called for?" I asked her.

"What? Wanted me to break a window?" Sarah asked me. "This is just more convenient than trying to crawl through a small window."

I rolled my eyes before we both went into the building. The paint on the walls has long faded, the few types of furniture in the room was covered in dust, ripped and spotted with old stains. The carpet had stains and dust all over it. I think this used to be a house seeing as there were an open kitchen and hallways branching from this room. I looked over to Sarah as I could faintly make out the sound of creaking wood. "Was that what I thought it was?"

"That sounded like wood creaking, from stairs," Sarah told me. She darted to and up the stairs at a speed that made her look like a blur. At my own pace, I followed her up the stairs. I was just as curious as for her, I'm not at all afraid that that could've been a zombie. Mostly because if it was a zombie, then it would run down the stairs, not up to them. Sarah was at the top of the staircase before I even started going up them. I watched as she went away from the top of the staircase, her every step showed that she was taking caution. She was standing outside of a closed room, "I'm pretty sure that someone else is in here."

"How so?" I asked her.

"I saw them dart into this room when I came up the stairs, they were fast, as fast as me...possibly even faster," Sarah tells me.

I went up to the door and calmly knocked on it, "is anyone in there?"

As soon as I uttered those words, I heard the lock on the door click and the door slowly opened although you still can't see the person who was still in there.

"Hi." A girl says as she comes out from behind the door, she looks around my age. She has dark brown hair and bright blue eyes and is fiddling with her fingers like a 6-year-old. "I'm Laura."

"What are you doing in here?" Sarah asks her. "This place is too dangerous for a single person to beat."

"Why? There aren't no zombies in the area." Laura tells me.

"You don't know that," Sarah tells her. "How long have you been here?"

"2, 3 days," Laura tells us. "I was looking for a stronghold near here. Can you help me? The map I got says that it was in this area but I can't find it."

"Depends," Sarah tells her. "Why are you looking for it?"

Laura gets a map out of her backpack and asks, "just can you help me?" She lays it onto the bare bed, it's a map of this area. Well, from before the zombies took hold, it's about 24 years outdated. I didn't even know that maps that old even existed. "The stronghold should be near...here," she circles an area that is in northern Acworth.

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