You have always felt nauseated by adrenaline and violence. You hurl the axe away and it trips a sprinter zombie making it fall roughly to the ground. you hear a ankle snap. You run into the first open door you see and close and lock the door. Hands pound at the door for about forty minutes but you remain silent and they finally move on. Its a office room. A computer and office chair. A pot of coffee cold on the shelf...