"Nothing." Lydia answered with frustration creeping into her voice. The upstairs hallways were old and run down, like the houses on her world. The floor creaked, there were holes in the walls. It shouldn't be so hard to find the guy behind all of this. "The asshole's real good at hidin'." She walked to a door and yanked it open, just to see a room filled with creepy dolls. "Are ghosts real in Pandora?" She asked. Just about anything could be. Maybe York wasn't crazy and he was talking to ghosts. "Do you see one here? Do they like dolls?"
There was just enough time for York to answer, and then a loud bang and more growling could be heard below them. "Fuck." Lydia muttered. "I think the walkers are loose."
There was just enough time for York to answer, and then a loud bang and more growling could be heard below them. "Fuck." Lydia muttered. "I think the walkers are loose."