Broken, battered, and brused, Sarah limps away from the bloodcurdling screams that becomes more louder with every step she takes. She limps down the long hallway of the apartment and into the closet. "Oh shit, Shit, Shit, Shit! I knew I should've listened to Matthew!" Sarah thought. She looked around the dark janitors closet, "Very smart Sarah, very freakin' smart, 'Oh yeah, I'll be ok by myself, let me go alone looking for supplies' Good job, you managed to separ-" Sarah was cut off after she heard a loud banging noise on the door. Sarah pulled out her pistol. Only three shots left. She backed up against the wall, waiting for that little, skinny, pale, basterd that will come rushing through the door as soon as it comes crashing down.
"Bring it on, basterd." Said yelled, standing up now, forgeting that her right leg is litterally twisted backwards from that fall earlier. A hole appeared on the door, become larger with every blow. *Bang* Boosh* *Crash* The hole is huge, hands and claws trashing through the hole, trying despratly to get a nibble from their "meal" thats hiding in the closet. By looking at the amount of hands coming through the door, Sarah could tell it was a LOT more than three. She slowly raised at her gun and put it against her head. By this time, the door was completely destroyed and the infected rushed in. They looked like they were in slow - motion in her eyes.She saw her three friends flash through her eyes...

Otto: That biker basterd, cared about nobody but himself.

Matthew:
That sweet son-of-a-bitch...who I loved.

Oscar: That old man who took cared of me like im is only daughter...and the only father I had, that I loved...

Back to reality. The infected were in the same position as she saw them when she daydreamed. She was amased how slow they were going through her eyes. She put her finger on the trigger.. "Matthew, I Loved yo-" The pistol shot... It rang through out the room. On the floor above, the other survivors heard the shot. They immeaditly scrambled down stairs to find their missing friend. By this time the infected cleared,oddly having no interest in her. The survivors were in the same floor as Sarah was in. "Sarah!" Sarah!!" Sarah! Where are you!" Everyone called out. They saw the mess at the jantors room, splatters of blood and bits and pieces of the door flinged everywhere. Matthew peeked inside, hoping that she was hiding in there. Hell, he praying, begging to a god that he really didn't know that she was alive and ok.
He turned around the corner and...