"Just be careful!" a small call reached everyone's ears right as the barrier fell down.
And just two seconds after the last of the barricades ceased to exist, a burly man in what looked like his forties came out.
He had his body fully covered in some sort of fluffy armor pieced together with mere duck tape. He held a handgun in his left and what looked like a makeshift axe in his right.
"Huh?" the man took a step forward… and stood still, baffled by the sight.
He expected the zombies to come rushing at him the second he stepped beyond the barrier… only to be faced with the sight of zombie corpses resting on the floor in pools of their own blood.
The man gulped his saliva before taking a step forward. He then poked the nearest corpse with the tip of his ax, checking whether it was a trap or if the zombie was really dead.
Then, and only then, did he look around.
