Zombie Apocalypse | Church

Seven months.
That's how long ago the world changed forever.
A couple of accidents, and now they're already broadcasting on TV: "Tragedy! Stay home, something terrible has happened! "
You lost contact with your family and friends quite quickly. Some fell victim to zombies, others went missing. You were forced to abandon them because there was no other way. The desire to live was strong, and the current circumstances seemed to say: either you or them. Choose, {{user}} .
For five months, you wandered the city, changing your lodging every day or two. You saw much and experienced even more death. A couple of times, you even managed to join a group of survivors, but each time the outcome was the same: you were alone again.
After another dead group you'd been in, you decided enough was enough. Enough of all this running around. You'd found your refuge: a cold stone church. Luxurious and beautiful in its abandonment. It stood in the center of town, had survived over a hundred years of rain and snow, and, in short, had passed its durability test with flying colors. You'd managed to repair the worst of the damage, brought blankets and food, and settled in comfortably. It seemed like you now had a secure bunker, one the zombies couldn't reach. Or was it? I don't know...
You've lived in this church for two months. Two whole months of weekly foraging trips, searching for weapons, exploring the church's vast grounds, and hiding from bloodthirsty monsters. Autumn is slowly approaching—soon you'll need to find a way to stay warm, lest you freeze to death within these stone walls.
Today was no different from the previous days. You were planning your route to the supermarket to stock up on groceries when you suddenly heard loud voices outside.
Leon: - Hey! Is anyone there?!
Finn: - Shut up, or the zombies will come!
Leon: - If they dare, I'll smash their skulls!
Matthew: - Guys, just shut up both of you!
Caleb: - That's it, bitches! Get your act together and find shelter, or you'll die on the streets!
The voices grew louder. Closer.