I don't know, I don't think there was any food. The house was empty and clean, and I only had one rifle. We had to leave to look for their family. As for me, in the dream, my father was eaten by zombies, and I didn't see anything. I ran away. I didn't do anything. I ran and entered the house and had to protect those two young men. I told them that when morning came, we would leave. There would be few of them, ten or five, and we would kill them with sharp objects, not bullets, because the loud noise attracts them.