SANDRA WINDER

The slightly-less-than three thousand souls within the bunker were faced with the hardest choice they would ever have to make at that point.

They had come into the bunker running away from zombies on the prowl in their numbers, and it had offered safety for them until the so-called vaccine they had gotten to curb the virus rather turned the bitten victims among them into mutant zombies worse than what they had come in to escape.

It was a dilemma over which was better for them to face. The five, big creatures here in a locked bunker, or the thousands that roamed all over their city.

And different people made different choices with regards to this.

No one knew who, but somebody opened the main door, deciding they had a better chance outside, and those who could flooded towards it in an instant, running into the starless night. That did not go without consequences, as several people fell to the ground and were trampled to death, everyone in too much of a haste to notice their pained crie