I was crouched over an up-turned car when I felt something tug on my leg, bringing me to the ground. I gave a cry of surprise, but it was abruptly cut off by a hand covering my mouth. It took me a moment to register that the hand belonged to Ghost and he was the one who pulled me down.

   "Shhh!  We have company." He whispered to me, before pointing across the street to a cluster of undead lumbering out from around the corner of the shopping outlets. We watched as the cluster gradually grew until there was more zombies then I had imagined.

    "It looks like the whole town came to greet us." I said, my eyes never leaving the large group of undead as they moved slowly around one another, occasionally bumping into one another.

   "We need to get somewhere safe." Ghost whispered and I nodded in agreement. Ghost nodded absently, before getting into a crouch, in his hand he still held the gas can. Carefully, he screwed the cap on tightly before tipping it on it's side and slid it under the car.

    My eyes scanned our side of the road, the only thing we really had on our side were houses and forest. I found what I was looking for before I leaned over and tapped Ghost's shoulder. He turned and to see what I wanted and I just pointed to a two story house a little ways down the street. For a second it looked like Ghost was going to disagree with my idea, but after a few moments of silence he nodded slowly.

   "If we stayed crouch, they shouldn't see us." He whispered and he didn't wait for me to respond before he started crawling towards the house.

    I'm more worried about them  hearing us than seeing us.  I thought as I followed close behind him. I kept a close eye on the zombies that staggered with no destination around the buildings.

   We made it to the house with no complications. It was the door that gave us complications. The door was made out of a heavy wood and from what Ghost told me, reinforced with three bolt locks. The door was locked and we were stuck outside. Ghost cursed so quietly I just barely heard him. His eyes ran over the house; he was thinking of something, looking for a way in. Ghost leaned closer to me and whispered, "Stay here, I have an idea." and before I could say anything else, he was already making his way around the house.

    One minute he was gone and the next all I heard was glass breaking. I wasn't the only one who heard the glass, because I heard the moans of the dead grow louder. There was no point in hiding anymore, the zombies already saw me and now they lumbered my way. There was a lot more than I realized, because they were still coming from behind the store building. They pushed and shoved their way to me, the whole group seemed to get faster.
I sucked in a deep breath before turning to pound on the door.

    "Ghost! Let me in!" I called, my pounding became louder. "Hey Ghost! This was a horrible idea!" I called, my eyes stayed on the horde that was quickly gaining ground.
The door sprang open and Ghost yanked me into the house, slamming the door closed behind him. A moment later I heard the sounds of multiple hands hitting against the door.
I was shaking like a leaf when I rounded on Ghost, "What were you thinking?! That was a horrible plan!" I shoved him.
He didn't seem all that concerned, "It was the only plan I could think of and it worked, didn't it?"

   "I could have died!" I shouted at him.
He only shrugged, "Yeah, welcome to the apocalypse." I opened my mouth to yell at him some more, but I fell silent when I heard the wood of the door crack. Ghost and I held our breathe, we both waited to see if the door would hold up.

    The undead banged against the door a couple times, but the door held strong.

    "We should gather what we can down here and go up stairs for the right, just in case the door breaks." Ghost said solemnly and I agreed, my anger all but dissipating.

   We searched the house until we found a couple cans of canned food and two milk jugs filled with water. When we couldn't find anything else to help us, we retreated to the upstairs rooms. We went to different rooms, Ghost chased one of the rooms at the end of the hallway and I chose one of the smaller room.

  The room I was in had once belonged to a little girl. The room was painted a pale pink, pictures of princesses were taped to the walls, and the bed spread was a fluffy pink. On the little dresser, I found pictures of who - I could only assume was the little girl who had lived in this room. The girl was probably about five or six, with blonde hair and big blue eyes. In her hands, she held a pink teddy bear with a big red bow. That same bear was sitting quietly on the dresser, slumped against the wall. I put the picture back down before picking up the bear; it's fur was soft and the bow was made of a smooth silk.

   Sadness filled my heart. The bear would never see it's owner again, this room would always stay empty. I don't know why, but I took the teddy bear to the bed with me. I pulled the covers back and climbed in. I found it hard getting to sleep, but when I did finally fall asleep, I was consumed by nightmares.