The sun was sinking fast, barely peeling over the horizon. The mansion was quiet and still, barely any movement by any of the survivors. Most people had been worn out by the day's events and taken to sleeping. Ginger had also gave into the temptation and locked himself in a small guest room on the first floor. He had just been blinking sleep out of his eyes as he heard panicked yelling resounding from the house. Ginger quickly swooped up his two weapons, making sure his revolver was loaded and tucked in the back of his pants. His machete was gripped tightly in his right hand as he left the room, going towards the source. As he passed the window he happened to catch sight of the zombies climbing up the hill, and more pushing at the gate. It wouldn't be long before they were surrounded the mansion's grounds. Ginger glanced around for the rest of their group, hoping they were more prepared then he was.