We each had weapons, but a horde of Blighted can’t be stopped with baseball bats or movie replica swords alone. We fought them back until they found the side windows and broke in. Whoever built this house did not have home security in mind with these lush windows, as they were large enough to fit an elephant through. The Blighted took advantage and they were soon upon us. Tim ran out of ammunition quickly and ran upstairs to get the reserve box of bullets while the rest of us fended them off with our bludgeoning weapons. A good, solid hit to the skull silences one, but a horde of thirty is not so easily stopped when they are groping for you from all sides.

Jen was the first one to scream, as I saw her frantically trying to dislodge her machete from the side of one of the Blighted as two others approached. Addison tried to help her pull it out and was greeted with a bite from the Blighted in the neck. That was the last I saw of Addison as she fell to the ground and was swarmed by the Blighted.

"Jen, let go!" Tim was back with his gun and shot the Blighted in the side of the head. It went down and Jen was able to get her machete back. "We have to get to the boat!"

We ran as quickly as possible with the Blighted distracted by the easy pickings of Addison’s body; we ran into an impossible decision.

"The boat can only hold six people. There are seven of us," noted Celia.

Tim, Celia, Heather, Steve, Jen, Eric, and myself.

"I can’t go." Our eyes focused on Jen whose bloody hand was holding a bleeding arm. "I was bit."

"You’re fine! It was probably just a cut from the machete! There’s no way!" Steve protested. We could see the bite marks on her and knew Steve was grasping for some solution.

"She was bit. It’s her decision. We either leave her here or we do it ourselves," said Tim.