Descending to the fire escape, the street below greeted us with its own set of challenges.
Five zombies meandered aimlessly, a reminder that safety was still far from assured.
Drawing my Glock 17, I dispatched them with swift precision, each shot ensuring our path was clear for the moment.
The group followed, their trust in my actions evident as we moved swiftly onto the street.
The journey back to the office building was fraught with tension, the air thick with the unspoken fear of what lay around every corner.
I reassured the group, explaining that we were awaiting two more members before we could fully retreat.
Pulling the pin of the coloured smoke grenade, I signalled our location, the vibrant plume a beacon amidst the grey ruins.
The mother and daughter soon emerged from the office building, their relief palpable as they joined our makeshift convoy.
