Romero slowly struggled down the road, leaned on a tree and fired off a couple more shots at zombies. The late afternoon had transitioned into early evening and he began to notice the sky changing color as the sun lowered and the daylight it provided began to ebb.
Romero fired off another shot at a lone zombie on the road ahead of him. It had gotten darker still as the sun set quickly in Haiti.
A short limping hike later, Romero approached the front of his house, lights illuminating it from the inside.
“Thank God, I made it!” Romero exclaimed aloud to nobody in particular.
Romero found the door unlocked, opened it and cautiously peaked inside. It looked like drawers and cupboards had already been rifled thro
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