Ella checked how many bullets she had left in her mag as she made her way down the badly lit corridor. She had a few rounds left and another mag inside her jacket, but other than that; she had left the rest of her ammo and her M11 in the car. A decision she wasn't so proud of anymore. Not only that, she had used one of the fire escapes to get into the building earlier, and that was no longer an opinion.

With her rifle pointed towards the floor, her eyes scanned the walls after a sign, which could leader her to the stairs and out of the building. She threw a glance over her shoulder, she could her the banging on the door she exited a moment ago. The pounding matched the beating of her heart inside her chest. She could handle zombies, but she would prefer not having to deal with them when she was stuck in a hallway and had no idea how many there might be.

To her relief Ella spotted a sign illustrating stairs. She rushed over to the door, placed her hand on the handle and pushed... Nothing.
"Shit." Ella cursed. "It says push for god's sake" She added.
Ella tried again, pressing her whole weight against to door in an attempt to open it. Still nothing.

The next moment, a door down the hallway flew open and three zombies stumbled out of the apartment at the same time. Ella spun around and fired three shots. One dead, one wounded, one miss. She fired again. Two down, four to do. Five to go. Six.
"You've got to be [i]fucking[/i] kidding me."
Ella pulled the trigger. [i]Click[/i]. She swore under the breath, letting the empty mag fall to the floor before replacing it with a new one. She needed to get through that door, and very soon.

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