Claudia gulped so hard those closest to her heard  it clearly. She approached the main door  with slow steps, she didn´t want to be the one to open it but it was no time to argue. She rised the hammer over head ready to attack and with the left hand turned the pommel slowly nd finally opened the door.

 Hersh oulders relaxed and she lowered the hammer, there was a a glim light coming from a window covered with a teared  trash bag at the end of the corridor, and with it the blonde could confirm that at least that floor was clear. 
"[color=6ecff6]Come on, the hallway is clear...[/color]" She whispered, the others walked through the place trying to find the stairs. Claundia on the other hand stood  behind just to check on the old man "How you doing Mister? Wanna sit down a bit?" She asked, her acent making evident the fact she was not from there. 
Before they could keep the talking one of the other survivors cursed so loud they heard him clearly despite the man was already at the first floor and Claudia rushed to see what had happened.

"[color=6ecff6]What's going on?![/color]" she yelled before seeing the man sitting on the floor resting against the wall and a zombie laing on the floor  dead...again. "[color=6ecff6]Que susto..[/color]" she muttered to herself in spanish and went to check on the man, luckily he was not bitten.

 Once all the group was on the first floor they headed to the garage through a back door. There was not much to pick from: an old car with flat tires, another one with two doors missing doors and an old Volkswagen Transporter; the choice was obvious. When they approached the vehicle they noticed the driver's door was open and the seat stained with blood but no signs of zombies which was a relief, however something else worried them: they keys were missing and the gate of the garage which lead to the street was had been broken down.