The noises outside the door were starting to quiet as the zombies no longer received any external stimuli. And this was the chance Riku had been waiting for.
He rose to his feet and walked over to the door. His tomahawk was already in hand, the M4 slung tight across his chest.
He reached for the doorknob and turned it slowly. The faint click of the mechanism made his jaw tighten, but nothing stirred outside.
He pushed the door just enough to open a sliver and took a cautious peek through the crack.
The hallway beyond was dim, lit only by shafts of sunlight cutting in through shattered windows. The moans and scratching that had once battered the door were gone. In their place was heavy, suffocating silence. A few corpses lay in the corridor, heads smashed in from his earlier fight. The rest… had moved on. Drawn elsewhere.
Good.
