The door to my right burst open. I drew my Glock and switched the safety off. A figured stepped through with it's hands held high.
"Don't shoot!" A feminine voice cried out.
I lowered my gun, and put the safety on. I recongized the girl as one of my friends, Courtney. Behind her was another one of my friends, Kira. They ran over to Mollie and hugged her. I knew Courtney was good with weapons, so I took her aside and helped her get suited and booted. I knew Courtney shouldn't carry that much, because her tall, lithe body was desgined for swimming, and therefore, quick movement. She was outfitted with two Sig Sauer P229s, and two MP9s across her back. Kira took a crossbow and a Walther PPK for reserve. I stepped back and laughed. We looked like something out of an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie.
"Courtney, where's Ashton?" I asked.
A look of dismay flashed across her face. "I don't know!" she said, "We have to find him!"
Courtney raced towards the open door she had come though. "Courtney, no!" Jack yelled.
Courtney looked back but it was too late. An animate corpse threw itself upon her. The zombies had invaded.
