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    A few moments later, on a street, where a bunch of houses who once lived nice, talented and carefree people, our group of four survivors and two Vikings are walking on slow steps, because of zombies who are laying on the ground, breathing and functioning like any other zombie. This type it will be later classified by the Organization and the Government as a Camper, belonging to the Class D from Deadly.


    Charlotte was about to step on a skull of a zombie with her boots sheep leather, but she quickly stopped her foot in mid-air, took the dagger, and slowly stabbed that zombie head. Killing it again, and not giving the creature a chance to counter-attack this fast attack. Her brother, looks on the ground, and notices a zombie who was moving his fingers, and he immediately draw his sword, cutting the thing head in a horizontal way to the brain.


    "What are these things?" asks Sigurd looking at a zombie who is on the window shield of a car, he notices it is breathing due to the slow movement characteristic to breathing.


    "These zombies are able to attack when you touch them." says Charly walking slowly to that zombie Sigurd pointed at and stabbing the head of the creature, offing him again. "If you touch them, they will jump on you, and later on anyone else around that person. They are fast and tricky." he looks at the four survivors who are all looking around them, feeling nervous. "You have never encountered these types of creatures?"


    "N-N-No." says Edla with courage, and hiding behind her sister.


    "We should head somewhere safe." says Charlotte to the group looking at the skies, who are announcing a rain coming. "Rain is coming."


    "I agree to Charlotte." responds Ebba rising her hand, and looking at her group. "The rain will probably attract zombies on the street."


    "Most likely." says Artur. "I have seen zombies heading out of the houses, and running like wild animals around the streets. It was something I never thought I was experiencing."


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    "To add." says Charly walking a few feet to an upside down car, killing another Camper zombie who was hidden inside the vehicle. He sued his sword to cut the head and brain in two pieces. "Zombie like this are mostly outside. A rain will wake all of them up, run hysterically around, and, for a good chance, they will be dying due to effort, rather than killing every single zombie."


    Most of the members of the group and Vikings, are going to the closest house they can find. They enter the house with only one floor, with red roof, and three kids in zombie corpses, having their bellies eaten and faces deformed. Charlotte was the first to get at the door. She decides to knock on the door, hoping somebody is inside this place. But no response.


    Charlotte grabs the handle, opens the door wide, and she enters first, followed by Sigurd, Artur, Ebba, Edla and Charly. Charly is the one closing the door behind him, and using a big dresser from the hallway to block the only door this house possesses. He does that, while the survivors and Charlotte are exploring the interior of this building.


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    Meanwhile, at the base the soldiers from Haga Artificial Island have come and retake it from these awful creatures, they are hiding in the nearest and with big space building they can find, because of the rain that is going on at the moment. Ronald is also in that building, looking at the rain falling from the sky, hitting the ground and awakening some corpses who they thought were dead, but are Campers zombie type.


    "What are these things?" asks Ronald looking at the creatures from the interior, on the window.


    "Don''t know." replies the soldier next to him. "It would be better to leave them alone. Or else, we might be their meal."


    The soldier leaves Ronald looking at the window, going to his squad mates, who are using a portable radio to contact the next squad of soldiers, who are on their way to this base, becoming much stronger in numbers and defence. As one of the soldiers, was talking with the squad on the radio, a thunder strikes the skies. Everyone was looking at the sky, where the lighting was travelling at a lightning speed, that was barely able to be seen with the naked eye. Ronald also notices the creatures outside, who were moving frenetically everywhere, are now falling on the ground, and stopped moving.


    "They stopped." said Ronald, but nobody heard him because the soldiers are busy with communication troubles.