"Joel, not again."
"I-It's not my fault!"
"Just hurry up."

Hannah watches as her younger brother scurries off into the bathroom, and she immediately sits down, resting her hand on her head. They had been walking between stores, searching through what they could. Joel had been to the bathroom five minutes ago, in a different store, and now he had to go again. She closes her eyes, taking a moment to rest. The store was empty, just like the other few, and was quiet except the swinging . The building seemed to also be devoid of walkers, which was a plus.

Suddenly, a scream changed that last fact. Hannah saw something rushing toward her, and drew her knife. She only had a moment to move it out of the way as Joel grabbed her, hiding in her arms. "What is it? What is it?" She asks, as what looked to be a horde of walkers barreled toward them. Hannah screams, stabbing her knife into the head of one as the rest grab Joel, pulling them into their hordes. She then screams as she herself is pulled in-

Hannah opens her eyes, panting, looking around sharply with her knife in her hands. She hears a rattle, and jumps, turning to the direction of where it came from, seeing as Joel slowly makes his way back. "H-Hannah? What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing," She replies. "It was just a nightmare."