-So, why this home, Bill?
Zoe closed the door and looked at her friend.
-Safe house is far from us, but we need to get some rest. Louis, close the windows. Zoe and Francis, check the home?
…
-Where is Zoe? – asked Louis.
-I don't know, we was on the first floor and divided.
There was one short over them.
-Zoey? Fuck! –Francis took his shotgun, but Zoe appeared herself on the stairs.
-Hey, are you OK?
She didn't answer, her eyes was open widely. She was in shock.
-Zoe? – nobody seen her like this before.
She finally opened her mouth:
-There.
-What? – Bill helped her to sit.
-I have just killed this… him… it…
-Hey, it's OK. Just tell us, what's happen? – asked Louis.
-Fucking overprotected little girls! – Francis swear.
-Francis!
-What?
-I opened the door and came into the room, - Zoe continued. – It was nursery. With a cot.
-And?
-There was a child in this cot.
-Child?
-Yes. Zombie-child. It was hungry, I think. A helpless, hungry creature. Guys, I killed zombies before… But it was a child!
Even Francis looked at her in embarrassment and with pity.