Get back in the damned house and hurry!
From Create Your Own Story
You can't risk it. The infected are out in droves, and you'd be a sitting duck even if you made it to your car. You turn around and go right back inside the house, shutting the door behind you and locking it up tight. Elizabeth hasn't moved. She's still sitting on the couch next to the shotgun, smoking.
"I told you so," she says casually, pointing to a little lounge chair across from the couch. "Sit." You drop onto the seat, soaking wet, trying to calm yourself. Your heart is pounding, and you can't help but wonder if Melanie and Mrs. Park will be alright. "You want a cigarette?" She asks. You shake your head no. It's already difficult enough to breathe. "Suit yourself."
