The effort added to the tension of the moment made beads of sweat moisten the skin of her face. Moving through the grass she managed to pass the largest group of zombies, she only had to cross and descend a large road and she would reach her house. Only drawback, the central city hospital was on her right, which meant that the number of infected was increasing more and more.
The good thing about moving through the grass was that those who walked on the road did not see her, the bad thing, that she did not see those who stalked in the mother jungle
Making a turn to face her building she bumped into a full group, the most crouched seemed to be eating and did not bother to stop feeding. But three of those present seemed to prefer her to her misfortune. The closest attacked her from the side ripping her sweatshirt, Eden hit her head bursting the baton in the process. The infected were rushing toward her, tearing off her scrunchy, ripping off all her clothes and backpack. The young woman was trying to break through by nailing the remaining piece of cane as if it were a stake. A man jumped on her from behind, knocking her down and causing some of the things in her backpack to fly off. Crawling on the ground scratching her skin with the stones, she kicked the zombie dislocating its jaw, advancing full of mud and grass, grabbed the knife that was resting on the ground and stabbed it again in the forehead with a scream of fury.
Like a mad woman, she took the knife from the corpse's head and ran down the street, tackling everyone who stood in her way, stabbing and striking with all her might, leaving behind the few infected who followed her.
One last run and she was in her portal, taking off the remains of her backpack, she began to shake them trying to throw what little she had left in search of her keys to the ground. As she suspected, they were nowhere to be found. But that no longer mattered, picking up the rags of her backpack again and curling her arm, she charged against the door, smashing the glass and slightly injuring herself once more.
Throwing the backpack to an infected that lurked in the elevators area, she began to climb the stairs again, kicking another from the back ascended to the second floor where a woman blocked her path, she did not recognize her as a neighbor, but the bad mood and despair Clouded her mind, before she could react she grabbed her shirt and slammed her face against the metal railing repeatedly before throwing her down the stairs.
The hallway that led to the door of her house was completely black through the porthole, the emergency lights did not seem to work although it did not surprise her since even before her trip to Russia they were failing. Trying to make sure that no one was hiding on the other side of the metal door, Eden opened it gently, entering the most absolute darkness, closing the door behind her.
With heavy breathing and her heart bouncing against her ribs, she began to feel the door of her house, pressing it to check if it was properly closed. The young woman was unhinged. Kicking the mat hard, it shot across the hall, making a metallic noise as it skimmed the floor. Staying completely static for a moment, she threw herself to the ground, clawing at full speed in search of the mat, once in her hands, she noticed that on its lower side a small piece of metal was attached with zeal.
The air came out of her lungs with a hopeful sigh, she had not left a key stuck to the doormat, which meant that her partner had left it there.
With trembling hands, she inserted the key into its lock, the door was closed but not locked, the trembling of her hand spread to the rest of her body, the adrenaline that had invaded her minutes before now evaporated, leaving anxiety and fear invade her
The door was slightly open but her body did not move, a million possibilities and questions invaded her mind. What if Alek had died. What if her corpse was on the other side of the door, if she found it like the gentleman of the refuge she took the night before, she knew she could not bear it. On the other hand, what would happen if he really had left and rebuilt his life in another city.
Closing her eyes thinking about the key to the doormat, she took a deep breath, finally setting foot in her house.