Opening the door, he noticed the bodies on the floor first. All of them were either zombies or partial zombies. There was a dense stench of blood in the room. He looked ahead and saw the 2 people who pleaded him to save them.

First was the man, having brown curly hair and spectacles, giving a bit of an educated look. His thin frame and dried out face was too troublesome to see. He turned over and saw a pretty girl in her teens, hiding behind him. Like him, she had brown hair. She had big round black eyes giving a feel of the abyss to him.

Shaking his head, he asked, "So you guys, ok?" looking around the room. Along with the bodies he found a couple of waste, probably from some food they ate, and the books on the bookshelf completely toppled down. The former room, which was probably an office, was now nothing but a catastrophe.

"We are ok, thank you for coming and saving us." said the man with his completely dried up voice while coughing a few times in the middle. Mark nodded and waved his hand, showing them to come out.

The man nodded and slowly stood up from the corner with the girl right behind him, still clutching his shirt and being completely wary of him. Both of them slowly crossed the room, going over the shelf and books all over. As he reached near the door, Mark lent his hand and helped him over.

"Well, as I told you, I didn't save you for free. So is what you said true? About being a doctor." asking him one more time.

"Yes, I am a doctor. I specialize in Orthopaedic. But I also have some knowledge in other departments of medicine. Here is my ID from the hospital I work in." Taking out his wallet, he took out a card and handed it over to Mark. Taking it from him, Mark checked the ID, and it was from a famous hospital known all over the country located in the town.

Nodding, he gave it back and said, "Well, as I said, I didn't do it for free. So for the cost of your life, you will now follow me." shrugging.

The man let a tight smile, and they walked towards the stairs. They then heard a rumbling noise and both of them looked towards the source and saw the girl hiding behind the man clutching her stomach. She looked at the man and he nodded.

"Do you have some food? We both haven't drunk or eaten in the past 3 days." with the same dried up voice. Mark nodded and said, "Let's go downstairs. There are still many things in the shop you guys can eat." making the man nod.

As they walked through the hallway, the man and the girl looked at the corpses of zombies which were in it. They couldn't believe the number of zombies he killed and were amazed by it. The man nodded to himself, thinking he made the right choice. Getting downstairs, they went through the medical section and into the store.

"Ok! Now go and eat some food. There is still a lot more. The water bottles should be somewhere around there." pointing at the places where he found them, he instructed both of them.

"Eat more, it will be awhile till we will eat again." reminding them as they made their way towards the places. The man nodded as he led the way, holding the girl's hand. Mark simply went near the entrance and stood by the corner.

He looked at both of them as they ripped open a bag of chips and can food and can of food. He was a bit amused at how an educated person could come to such a stage when they are in crisis. He continued to look at them as they ravaged the food on the shelves and drank bottles of water.

He checked the time and noticed 15 minutes passed by and said, "Ok! If both of you are done, we have places to be before the moon comes out." tapping the watch. The man nodded and after a few minutes, both of them came towards him with bags, probably with some clothing for them.

Mark nodded, and all three of them made their way outside. He remembered there was ammunition in the back seat and opened the door. Turning towards the man he asked, "Help me move these boxes."

Both of them moved them to the trunk, which had almost no space anymore, and got inside. The girl got in the back while the man sat beside him. Mark started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot. He took out the map and handed it to him and said, "Ok, tell me the route to the place circled with number 2 on the top."

The man nodded, and picked one route he was more familiar with and told the directions. As Mark drove he asked, "This would be the right time to tell about yourself."