"It looks like there might be a few survivors in there."
Elena and Oliver gasped when Luther said this. His theory made sense.
"But don’t get your hopes up. By now they might be starved, or they might have gotten infected."
Luther warned them as he inserted the key into the lock. “But we need those weapons, so be careful. I don't know what’s in there, but if there’s a zombie inside, it’ll jump out at us as soon as I open this door.” Luther turned the key and reminded them, “And if we get caught in a fight, we might attract more. So, work fast.”
As he cracked the door open, a withered hand appeared from inside. Then more hands reached out, accompanied by a dull roar and a few completely decomposed zombie faces.
Luther held the door steady, but strong as he was, there was a large horde
