8 Ayy, Hows it Going? (2/2)

The first floor was quite empty, there was no basement, and there's a door leading to the upper floor which seemed to be locked.

”Oh crap, do you think someone's up there?” Christian whispered.

Jay quietly said, ”To anyone that might be up there, we are just a group that stumbled in here by accident. Can we borrow the first floor for maybe half an hour? We will leave shortly and won't take any of your supplies.”

”Mommy...” A little girl's voice was heard.

Pa! The sound of a loud slap followed.

Then, the door opened, and a big bearded burly man with an M16A3 assault rifle walked down. Behind the half-closed door, they could see a terrified woman shivering and tightly holding onto a little girl in her arms.

”Ayyy, how's it going...” Christian tried to lighten the mood...

”Who the f*ck are you guys?” the big man interrogated as he held the M16A3 with one arm and pointed it to Jay, who seemed to be the leader of the group.

”Sorry sir, we just live down the street. Our house was overrun by zombies, so we had to drive out but then there was nowhere to go. We planned to just find a safe place to temporarily settle down for a bit, then we will go out and find a parked car to try and set off its alarm. We were hoping that the car alarm would attract the zombies in the area to one corner of the island, and then we could reclaim our house and repair the fence,” Jay politely explained.

However, the big man didn't seem to welcome them at all. Perhaps threatened by the fact that he was outnumbered, he demanded, ”Put your sh*t on the floor, and then we can talk.”

Becoming a bit more vigilant of the unfriendly man in front of them, the group hesitated.

”Hurry the f*ck up, or I will blow your cap off!” The man grew more impatient and he held the gunpoint directly against Jay's head.

From the corner of Jay's eyes, he could see the woman upstairs making a praying gesture with her hands and signaling that she didn't know the guy.

”Guys, do what he says. But by the way bro, I suggest you don't fire that. It's only going attract more zombies, making it more difficult for all of us. Although I closed the gate for you, the fences won't be sturdy enough to withstand the zombies, because that was how our house got overrun,” Jay patiently explained, attempting to calm down the man in front of him.