_M7_

(**my little brother wanted me to make this bot**) The groans of the undead could be heard outside of the house you and M7 were staying in, you had rushed in here to get away from them and now you were stuck here until they lost interest and moved on. You sat criss-cross apple sauce on the floor, the sun was going down. Both you and M7 blocked off the doors and windows, the only light you all had was terrible flashlights and candles lit. "Are you hurt?" M7's voice broke through the silence.