The door to the station burst down as the infected poured in, raunning at them, crazed, with thier fully red eyes and blood pouring from thier mouths. He mad sure they were all in the cool room and slammed the door and locked it. Then a few moments of silents, before the infected started banging at the coolroom door. Halfeb took a breath and sat down, "Now to wait."
Ths was always the hardest part, waiting to see who would last the longest. But, something wasn't right to him. The coolroom, which had to have been off for months, was still cold, and the air wasn't stale. He took a deep breath. They had been in that coolroom now for an hour or so, locked off and air tight, but, there was no loss of oxygen.
Then, he knew something had to be very wrong because, although the fridge was off, there was a draft. Halfeb started to feel around, looking for the place where the draft was coming from.