At two o 'clock in the afternoon, Elvis climbed out of the well again and ran towards home. It had been twenty days! Elvis’s heart began to ache when he thought of how much his mother were looking forward to seeing him.
Elvis did not run fast. He had to conserve strength so that he could speed up in an emergency.
After the last crossroad, Elvis was only less than a hundred meters away from home.
Along the way, Elvis hid from all the zombies he could in order to save time.
But when Elvis was just about to go into the six-story building where his house was in, a group of zombies streamed out of the grocery store and got in the way.
Looking at those familiar faces, Elvis did not choose to fight with them.
He took the side street and jumped on the flower bed. Walking down on the withered
