The situation escalates rapidly as more infected converge on the warehouse, their numbers swelling with each passing moment. Their groans and shuffles turn into a cacophony of hunger, signalling an imminent threat that cannot be ignored. In a burst of urgency, I grab the walkie-talkie and call out to Sue, "Open the gate now!"
Our plea cuts through the chaos, and moments later, the large gate creaks open, offering us a narrow window of escape from the encroaching infected. We slip inside, our movements swift and driven by the adrenaline of survival. Behind us, the gate shuts with a definitive clang, a barrier now between us and the wave of danger we narrowly evaded.
