Golden dust swirled in the light coming from the cracks in the boarded windows. A weary looking man stood on guard near the door waiting for the knock. Distant moans made his ears perk and he held his breathe. He looked over at the dwindling supply of food and water and was glad the others had left to go find more food.

He heard the panting of his friends before he heard their footsteps. As they rapped on the door the moans he'd heard grew more agitated and drew closer. "You were right, there was nothing there! Now let us in, they're almost on us." The man's gaze was drawn to the pile of cans and bottled water laying across the room.

He slowly took his hand off the door lock as his the voices turned to screams.