Aren't We All Running?
Her heart was rapidly beating. She was running for her life. Not unlike most people these days- well at least the ones who were alive. But even then she found herself running from the living as much as she ran from the dead.
When she felt safe enough and the groaning from the undead died down she let herself collapse on the floor. She rolled over and laid down on her back trying to steady her breath. She broke out in a hysterical laughter. She had just lost her entire group, yet she was alive and well.
But she was alone.
Her laughter died down, and soon came the tears. The adrenaline slowly fell, and the crushing weight of reality consumed her.
They were gone.
She sat herself up and took in her surroundings. She was near an empty shopping center. She had opened her pack and took a swig of her water; careful not to drop any.
She wiped the sweat off of her forehead with her and stood up. She knew that she needed rations, water, and a safe place to hide out for the night. She checked her revolver- empty.
Perfect.
She shoved the gun in her pack and pulled out her knife. Making her way to the nearest store, careful not to make any loud noises.
The last thing she needed was another herd of dead people coming to eat her again.
Carefully looking through the shop window and checking to make sure it was clear she entered the store.
Quickly she made her way down the aisles, stuffing anything she could use in her pack. A rustle came from the corner of the store and she froze. Slowly turning her head she saw them. Six corpses were making their way toward her.
Stumbling back she quickly began looking for the exist. She began running towards the doors when her pack snagged on a shelf. She frantically pulled at her pack, but it wouldn't budge.
As the dead came closer she panicked and left the bag, and continued running towards the doors. Knife in hand she made her way closer to the doors. When she finally made it the doors would open. They had locked.
She screamed for help, banging on the doors desperately trying to get out.
She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she froze. The stench of rotting flesh filled her nostrils. She stammered back and swung her knife around in the air just trying to fight for survival.
A pain unlike anything she ever felt before coursed through her shoulder. Blood began to flow down her side as she realizes she's been bitten. More of the corpses close in around her until she is on the floor screaming in agony.
As she feels the life fading from her body she thinks about her journey. Her run.
Running is what this life consists of. And she didn't run fast enough.
(A/N) So here is one shot #3.
I hope whoever is reading this enjoyed it in one way or another. I don't know if this will be the last or not.
(Regarding one shot #2 in my head is was in the POV of a guy, but I purposefully left it vague to fit the reader's preference.)
I like the idea of having anonymous people for these one shots (excluding Molly).
I also know that they are called Walkers by the way, in case anyone begins to wonder. But I feel like since everyone kind of has their own name for them in the show (eg. Geeks, walkers, biters) I can call them what I wish.
Any ways thank you stranger for reading.