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Hansi grunted. 'We should go there tommorrow. Not to scare anyone, but I really have a bad feeling about this.' He paused, the looked at the clock above the door, then his watch. 'And we should probably get to bed now.' Cooper nodded his head, as he went off to find the sleeping bags.

Murray awoke to find Cooper filing through his CD collection, and dropping them in a bag. 'Rise and shine' He smiled at Murray. 'I think you should look outside. Murray staggered over and peeked through the curtains. 'EFFIN HELL!' His cry awoke the remaining sleeping members of the group and caused a rush to the windows.

The streets were crawling. Not a single living person could be seen. There were about eight of them on the entire street.

Simmons confirmed the look on everyones faces. 'The Loft'

Simmons scratched his neck. 'You were?' He said slowly. Simmons' father looked out onto the street.

'Yes, I kinda had it mind since I first heard about this whole thing.'

Simmons looked at the old man. 'But we can still use it right? I mean with you in there as well.' The old man looked shocked.

'Of course you can, you boys are welcome up there.' He motioned to the loft, where the other five currently were. 'Great, we'll go set it up now, then' Simmons replied gratefully, in more of a questioning tone than anything else.

Hansi nodded at Murray. 'OK, I got it,' He said, as Murray let go of the mattress and Hansi lugged it up the hole. 'OK, we only need one more!' He shouted, to which someone who sounded like Young, replied. Hansi gazed around. Six mattresses were placed neatly in a random pattern around the room, a stash of newly bought magazines piled in the corner of the room, and, probably the groups most valuable stock, a huge box full of alcohol. No cigarrettes, but no-one really smoked anyway. Hansi stepped over what was to be Simmon's bed and looked out the window. 'And get me some rope somebody!' He called, not turning away, not awaiting reply. He needed an escape route, just in case.

Young clambered in his truck and started the engine. Hansi said that they would need a big car like Youngs. Young ducked under the dash as he watched a staggering corpse walk by. Someone really should sort this problem out before it gets out of hand. The living can't wage a war against the dead. We'd be outnumbered for one.

A screaming child ran into the road from what appeared to be nowhere, and into the eagerly awaiting corpse. Young shivered, tears silently streaming down his face.

The child was still screaming. Still screaming as his flesh was ripped and bitten into. Still screaming as his throat was devoured by the demon.

Still Screaming.

Young sobbed as he violently hit the accelerator and drove over the child in mercy, and the corpse in rage. The child was now dead, but Young still heard the screaming.

Simmons waved, directing Youngs vehicle, now being driven by Murray, into the driveway. Cooper had taken Young inside for a sit down. They didn't know what had happened, but it was clear to them that Young was in a state of shock. Halford and Mr. Simmons had been setting up the generator in the basement, trying to get it to work in the loft, but could hear everything being said in the room above. Young was keeping quiet, out of shock. Cooper was not asking questions, just reasurring and soothing him.

A shout came from the top of the stairs. 'IT'S WORKING!' Halford emerged from the basement and replied with an 'OK'. Mr. Simmons just finished up and came up to the top. They heard a door slam, and Simmons and Murray ran into the kitchen, where everyone except Young were now residing. 'Theres a few of them at the top of the street.' Murray gasped, out of breath. 'We got the truck parked, and I dont think they saw us run in here.'

'Good job,' replied Mr. Simmons. 'We're the only ones here, everyone has gone to the rescue station.' He thought a while. 'All the food up there?' Hansi replied in the positive. 'Well, I'm thinking maybe we should board the place up.'

Halford looked at the last door. He had been told to leave the back door alone. He went over to fix the extra locks Mr. Simmons had never got round to putting on since he divorced his wife. Hansi said that it would be best to leave an escape door readily available. Halford agreed with him.

He knocked the first nail into the door. Then the second. He was about to knock the third in, when the door violently flung open and knocked Halford backwards. A grotesque, decaying man stepped through the frame, and made a harsh grasp towards Halford. Mr. Simmons, who luckily could see the whole episode, ran forward and grabbed the ghoul by the neck. Another creature of the living dead groped Mr. Simmons on the torso, dragging him and the other ghoul, who was still in the mans arms, outside. Mr. Simmons was screaming, then went silent. Halford, realising he couldn't do anything, slammed the door and secured it with the single lock.

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