Andrew waited, easing the door slowly and carefully. It looked recent. The bastard looked like he was still resisting. He edged inside, knife in hand now with Mary inches behind. They'd never split up during moments like this. Never. Andrew glanced back at Marc and warned him to be silent. They'd need to check the adjoining room for runners before they took the first infected out. If one of them spotted the group, the shouts would warn all others in the area. That was the last thing they needed. The man crept forwards, pointing Marc and his wife into the next room so he could eliminate the first as soon as he could.

Back across the street, the others were somewhat safer. Emilie held her bow down, leaving it loose for now. It would be a long time before they'd find another. 
"If one comes this way, I want you to duck. Forget everything and duck." She murmured to Annie, moving cautiously past the stairs. Various rooms sent waves of rancid stenchs over the girl's nose but it was to something they weren't used to. "Check the kitchen and then head upstairs." Emilie suggested, moving closer to Cameron. She crept towards the kitchen, listening. Her eyes moved to the windows. She spotted a someone over by the garden shed, or what was left. It took her a moment before realising the thing was a clicker. They'd be fine unless they made any loud noise.