The noise was different. It wasn’t the organized walking that people were used to. All steps in place. This was a disorganized lot going all across, with no order.
Doors were being broken, muted half energized screams coming up and then yells. No semblance to this new chaos. Suddenly the door crashed, and men in army fatigues blazed in, guns waving.
Finally, the end!
‘Move’ was the only word understood. A 100 zombie movements walked out. However, this time was different. Feeling the sun touch their live skin was different.
Light at the end of a tunnel, had a meaning.