Jagred had managed to get out of the room alive, but he soon knew that fate was determined to rectify that. There was a corpse right outside, almost as if it was waiting for him. As soon as the door closed behind him, Jagred lifted the loaded crossbow and fire at its rotting face, hoping for a headshot. He could see just one, but inside this apartment complex, there was no telling how many more was waiting. Or how many more supplies the living might have left behind. This could turn out well for him, but more like, he might have just picked his grave. And not a very good choice either.