I don’t know how long we were walking for, but we came to a boarded-up house and Mustang suggested that we rest there for a while.

I am still shocked at how resilient he was, even after being shot in the arm he used it as if nothing had happened.

He didn’t even seem to be in pain, and I was starting to doubt that he was even human.

There was only one bed in the small house, and cloth thrown all around. It also smelt of rotten flesh inside.

‘’I don’t like it here,’’ Mia said.

‘’We don’t really have much choice, but I promise that we will make it to that ship and things will be better.’’ I patted her head.

‘’Oh my God,’’ I heard Chrisean let out, then followed her eyes to where she was looking.

There in a chair was an old lady, her mouth slowly gaping at us and her teeth making low snapping sound.

‘’She is a zombie,’’ Mia began to cry.

‘’But I don’t think she can move, I guess she is too old to do anything.’’ Mustang assured her, but that didn’t even help my nerve.

He then threw a sheet

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