My dad and I were next to a flooded parking lot during a zombie outbreak. The zombies around us were dormant and seemed to not notice our presence as we slowly stepped over the roofs of parked cars. We were on our way back to a safe house but we also needed to retrieve two crates of supplies back with us before it got dark. “Just open them and leave” I whispered to my dad. I pointed in the 11 and 8 o’clock directions to convey where the crates were. For some reason at this point I released an inhuman scream, alerting the horde around us. We jumped into the water in panic and tried to swim to safety somewhere else.