A sea of the undead pressed against the metal sides of the building. Dozens of decayed hands clawed at the bars, their broken fingernails scraping against the concrete with a sound that set her teeth on edge. The air was thick with the stench of rot and wet asphalt. She has no way out! They have broken inside the roof of the facility making their way downward. Her screams fall of short of someone to help her out of this horrific situation.