Sarah crept through her home grabbing a torch, the dark streets were cold and abandoned. Nobody was outside any more, and they were running out of food. Not one person dared leave their house for death was a lurking shadow that would pounce if they left, she heard loud footsteps and could almost smell the blood of the person who had just been slaughtered. Those poor people Sarah thought, it wasn’t like she actually cared or knew them but she wished she could go back to the way things were before. She froze, the footsteps had stopped outside her door. The doorknob rattled and the locks held steady. She felt the fear chill her to the bone, they were outside and sooner or later they’d get in, she knew it