Aaron took a step back in surprise. He quickly moved the shotgun out of the girl's face, but kept it ready. He stared at her, confused. Was this really a misunderstanding, or did she just not want anyone to get hurt? He glanced at the darkening sky outside. It was starting to get too dark; the infected could come out at any moment now. They had to get this over with quickly. Aaron sighed and lowered the shotgun.

"It's getting too dark. Let's go inside and talk about this," Aaron said. He walked across the room and picked up the gun the man had dropped. "Don't think I trust you yet," Aaron quietly grumbled. He turned to Delilah, "Do you think you can handle the girl's wounds?"
He froze when he heard knocking. He put the man's gun into his back pocket and raised the shotgun. He stepped back outside through the window and yelled out in surprise, nearly firing the shotgun. He aimed the shotgun directly into this new girl's head, trying to ignore the decapitated head. And then the dogs started barking. He almost felt like screaming in rage. How many more were there going to be?!
It seemed that these insane survivors were much more dangerous than the infected themselves.