As the last few survivors from the zombie attack make their way down the wall separating them from the mob of zombies, you take a quick headcount. "What happened to Cookie?", you ask. "He didn't make it; zombies got him", someone replies. You take a moment to remember him and to catch your breath.
With the wall between your group and the zombies, you feel less tense. You call to get everyone moving again; we've got to find that exit. As they start to get to their feet, an explosion rips the heavy metal doors from the wall. Through the smoke and dust, you see Cookie surrounded by a bunch of zombies. "Fu@$ you all!!!" he yells as he gets ripped apart by the zombies. Everyone starts running as the zombies pile through the opening.
