The Zombies Pound on the doors, thier constant moan driving the trapped men inside insane
The Zombies smell freash meat, and pound with a relish
A Helicopter was able to take this overhead view before it ran out of fuel and had to land, the crew was promptly eaten
The door gives way, and the Zombie hoard Pours into the room
The Majority of zombies have left the outer grounds, and began thier feast
The Lone survivor tries to fight off the hoard with a halberd, a poor choice of weaponry for the cramped loactaion
Well I give you my Zombie vingette, hope you enjoy it
Sadly it was destroyed in a freak acident involving the shelf this was on, me being asleep, and the shelf being near my feet. I think you can figure out what happened.