Jamison opened the door as they slowly walked in, “Here is different,” Jamison said. “We need to go,” Jamison added as they make their way to the door, the door shut on its own. “What the hell!” Jamison exclaimed. They tried opening the door but were not successful, swiftly a man moves; Jamison and Bob turned but did not see anyone. “Anyone home?” Officer Bob asked. “They won’t answer if they are,” Jamison whispers.
“It’s not safe in here,” a little girl said from behind. Officer Bob and Jamison quickly turned, “Don’t you make noise when you sneak on people?” Jamison asked the little girl. “You have to go,” the little girl said. “They are going nowhere!” A dead yelled from the stairs. “You are my prisoners,” the dead said. Jamison seeing another talking dead rushed to the door, to force
