'Daddy! Daddy! Help meeeeeeeee...!'
The piercing cry of his daughter's panic and agony should have torn him apart - much like the zombies were doing to her now - but it didn't. He'd already mapped out an escape route via the rear exit of the guesthouse, but only he knew he'd be the only one using it.
Little Katie was becoming a burden with her constant questions and whingeing. She was, however, the perfect bait to use as a distraction while he made good his escape from the undead.
Could he live with himself, sacrificing her for his own survival?