While it was deceptively quiet around Liz's house, since she had only personally cleared out the houses directly around her own, she knew there were plenty of undead that were holed up in their former homes just roaming around until they found a way out. It was uncommon for more than two or three zombies to make their way to her area at a time, usually having been drawn by the sound of gunfire when she had to pick some off her walls.

She wasn't worried so much about the monsters anymore though, not since she made the mistake of taking in a pair of survivors. Who had tried to murder her to take her house later that night. She knew she had been naive, but she had been too relieved to talk to other people for the first time in months. She had no doubts there were people out there doing much worse things to each other. Situations like this really brought out the worst in people.

But today she wasn't thinking about that. She was laying belly down on the roof of her house with a rifle in her hand thinking about the groaning sounds steadily coming in her direction. It sounded like a whole lot more than two or three this time.