Owen sprints into a front garden that has a light green grass lawn and a brick wall around the front of the house. Also oak trees were surrounding the house which hid it slightly. Owen rushed to the small, long brick house and went straight to the white wooden front door. Owen repeatedly banged on the door. "Anthony are you there?! You NEED to let me in!" Owen yelled. Not a minute later, the group of Zombies heard the knocking and made their way into the drive.

Owen noticed them and decided to run to a window that was near the front door. Owen elbowed the window and expected it to break but instead he just bruised his arm. "Ow, looked easier in movies" He said to himself and grabbed a terracotta pot and threw it to the window. The pot shattered agains the window but luckily it did crack it. Owen then punched out the remaining glass and jumped through the broken window. Once he was up, Owen pushed a bookshelf towards the hole and covered it, stopping the zombies from coming though just as they got there.

Owen backed away from the bookshelf as it rocked a little from the zombies banging on it. Owen turned around to see that he was in a blue wallpapered hallway. There was a light flickering in the roof and there was a piece of black cloth on the oak flooring. He bent down and picked the cloth up. It appeared to be a piece of a fabric from a robe. Shrugging he dropped it and stood back up. Suddenly Owen heard a battle yell and got whacked on the side of the head with a fire ion. Owen grunted And collapsed but luckily he was still conscious. "On no! Owen, I'm so sorry" A voice said. Owen gazed up to see Anthony's brother called Christopher Thomas. Christopher was white skinned, had short brown hair, has greenish eyes and he was wearing a green shirt, a white coat over it, dark blue jeans and blue trainers. "Nice to see you too" Owen said. His speech was a little bit slurry.

Christopher dropped the fire iron and held Owen's shoulder. "Are you gonna be okay?" Christopher asked. Owen pulled Christopher's hands off of his shoulders and slowly stood up. "I'll be okay" Owen answered and wiped some blood off of his head. When Owen was stable again, he looked behind Christopher to try and see Anthony. "Where's Anthony? I had to try and get past those Zombies outside just to get here" Owen asked. "He was kidnapped!" Christopher stated. "What?" Owen remarked. "I saw this weird man take him! I've been trying to call for help, but all the phones are dead" Christopher stated. "Wait a minute. Your mom. She's some sort of badass cop ain't she. Can't you just contact her on an iPhone or Samsung?" Owen asked. "My brother got a mobile last year, but according to my mom, I can't have one until I'm fourteen!" Christopher groaned.

Owen then sighed and face palmed. "Your such a baby! This is why I hang more with Anthony instead of you!" Owen groaned. He then pulled out his phone from his jumped pocket. "What's her number? I'll call her" Owen asked. Before Christopher could reply, there were gunshots from outside. The smell of blood and mucus then radiated through the air. The door was then unlocked.