At first, Scotty thought the church was safe. Because churches were supposed to be safe havens, that's what a particularly religious classmate of his had said. Scotty wouldn't know, given that he never had been raised Catholic, but safe haven sounded like a positive to him. And there hadn't been many special infected there either, just a few milling about in the entrance. The broken windows meant an easy entrance though so Scotty used that to clamber in and scurry into what used to be a prayer room.
Curled up beneath the altar, Scotty managed to fall into an uneasy sleep.
When he woke up, he realized the church was not at all a safe haven. A zombie milled about in the very room he was in, while others were swarming within the main part of the church. This was not safe. Uneasily, Scotty crept out of the prayer room and nearly made it out of the chapel when he stepped on a piece of glass. It echoed impossibly loud and Scotty tensed, glancing fearfully behind him.
They noticed. Of course they did.
With a squeak he scrambled forward, his tiny legs running as fast as he could make them. A window had to be around here somewhere, and he could just climb through that, but- there! Relief flooded through him as he ran over, his palms gripping the broken glass that was still in place as he prepared himself to haul over it.
Except outside wasn't safe either. There were more out there. So many more.
He felt like crying. Of course this wasn't the time to do it, and fear shot up his adrenaline as he released the glass and darted for another window on the other side. Maybe it had just been the one part, maybe- But there were more on this side, perhaps moreso than the other side. The whole church must be surrounded. He was going to die in here. He just knew-
Someone else was out there. Someone alive. Someone not a zombie. Scotty began to wave frantically, hoping the man would spot him before the zombies did.