You walk north, the sounds of tapping getting louder and louder.
You enter a small kitchen area, with a counter running down either side with what looks like fresh blood stored in packs in an open fridge.
Grime and dust coats each surface, making the place look disgusting.
In all the haunted places you have cleared out, this one is the worst in terms of clenlyness.
"Clenlyness is next to godlyness" Your mother used to say.
You continue to search the kitchen for the source of the tapping noise, and happen to glance out of the back door.
There, out side the glass, leers a zombie.
It stands at 5 foot 8, its fleshless fingers tapping against the glass, the taps echoing inside your head.
tap. Tap tap tap, tap tap. Tap? tap tap tap tap! tap!

pull out the gun, lets shoot this fella

I am out of this place!