I'm still here. They're in the house now, shuffling about. I haven't heard them try to maneuver the deadlock of chairs and bookcases I've crammed into the stairwell, so that's a lucky break. If it comes down to it, I can go through the window onto the porch roof.

I don't want to do that, the crowd of dead outside will spot me for sure. Then I don't know…

wait…

I hear something.

There's a low roar coming from the west, not the usual sounds of traffic and congestion. Something different. Guttural.

Are those screams?