#2

"Callie, sweetie, look at me." said Lily tenderly, very slowly getting back up to her feet until she was standing in front of Levi.

He felt a wave of guilt crash over him as he saw Lily create a human shield out of herself. The bond between the two must have been very strong as Callie almost immediately put the gun down. Lily stepped forward and snatched it out of her hands, unable to decide whether she should be mollified at her sister's valiant defense of her or be furious at the fact that Callie had hidden a gun from her.

"Where did you find this? I can't believe you kept it from me!" she scolded.

"We have more pressing matters to deal with!" yelled Evelyn before Callie could reply.

The herd of zombies were converging around the frail log house, filling the air with the familiar, pungent scent of their rotting flesh. They seemed to groan in unison, clammy and pale hands scrabbling against the log walls and windows. 

It was a swarm of biblical proportion. There were definitely more than a hundred walkers, judging by the way in which they had completely obfuscated the view of the forest through the window. All that could be seen were dozens of moaning heads in various states of decay, their white, pupil-less eyes transfixed on the humans inside as they beat their limbs against the prison.

"We need to leave!" shouted Lily desperately as a sobbing Callie hugged her tightly and pressed her face into her shirt, unable to look at the terror outside.