Just as Allie was about to go check on Tyson a series of loud thumps echoed from the door. Startled by the noise Allie grabbed a kitchen knife off of the counter and headed over to see what the commotion was. The door had no windows so Allie had no way of knowing what lurked on the other side, which made her very nervous. "Hello, is anyone there?" she asked loudly as she readied herself to turn the knob.
"Oh thank god, please... I need help..." came the soft reply as whoever was outside leaned on the side of the house for support. "Hang on." Allie replied quickly as she slowly pulled the door open. Standing outside on her front porch was a delivery man with a thick coat covering his brown uniform. His truck was parked across the street and it looked like a nasty wound was bleeding through the cloth on his shoulder.
"What happened, did one of those things get you?" Allie asked worriedly as she stepped out onto the porch to get a better look. The snow was cold on her bare feet, but she hardly noticed as the man groaned and pulled away a bloody hand to show her the injury. Bite marks had broken the skin on his right shoulder deep enough to draw blood and tear away a good chunk of the cloth from the coat.
"It looks a lot worse than it probably is..." the man says as he forces a weak smile. "Do you have a first aid kit or some bandages I can have?" Allie frowned and took a step back, ready to slam the door closed if he tried anything. "I don't know... you could have an infection or anything... I've seen movies like this. People who get bit or scratched turn into more of whatever is attacking the town... you could become one of them."
To Allie's surprise the man lets out a gentle laugh. "I've seen my share of zombie flicks as well, hell, these things probably are some form of undead... but I already got scratched yesterday trying to get back to my neighborhood." At this point the man rolls up his sleeve to show her a few small scratch marks on his left wrist. "These things are dangerous, but whatever is causing this ain't a virus... please, can I come in?"
Allie grips her knife tightly and tries to think, what should she do...?
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