"Fucking Bastards!" Vriska yelled down below as she hurriedly scrabbled up the tree in haste, swinging up to the next branch. She glances down, rightly fully so. She was only about 8 feet up but of course they couldn't reach her from there. Those blithering idiots. She wanted to put a bullet through there brain, oh wait… not a bad idea. Vriska carefully unzipped her duffle bag and rummaged through it for a second. How could she have been so stupid! She could of saved the trouble of climbing up a fuck-ass pine tree by just getting it out earlier. With an angry snort Vriska pulled out the sniper she had pulled of an officers dead body earlier that day to find it with only 4 bullets left. Every second just got more and more irritating didn't it Fate? Sometimes you can be such a jerk! Vriska looked down again aiming the gun at her first revolting creature kept trying to claw it's way up the tree but it wouldn't stop moving! She spit on it, admittingly not just trying to catch the ghoul's attention.
It looked up; it's horrid, rotten face blankly staring up at her. Torn mouth gaping wide, hungry for it's next victim. Vriska fired the bullet straight to the beast's head. The monster stumbled back before falling to the ground. With a sigh, Vriska grabbed her bag and was just about to climb down when she realized she hadn't zipped it back up. With horror she looked down to see her locket falling out of the back and as she grasped the air between her fingers, ducking to catch it she slipped. With a scream she fell through the air, slowly plummeting to the ground after her locket. With a thud she landed on her left arm and screeched out in pain. "FUCK! FREAKIN SHIT THAT HURTS!" She fought back tears and grappled with her other arm to grab the locket and run when she heard a moan. Franticly she looked up and jumped to her feet, clutching her possibly broken arm and let out a deep growl. Before the bushes could part she started to run, knowing that she had no chance if she waited any longer. Running in large strides she raced through the woods, her scream had drawn them to her, she knew it. It was her own damn freaking fault. She knew they where all around her, if she didn't make it out of the woods soon those bastards would surround her and she had left her bag in the tree when she fell.
She felt like a fly in a spider's web, the opposite of her usual sense. She couldn't lose her cool though. She kept running. Twigs snapped and branches scarped her face catching in her long black pony tail- she knew she should cut it but she hated the idea of it-and ripping small patches of hair out. And then, she hit the pavement. The sun shining bright against her cold pale skin while the forest was filled with darkness and shadow. It was a highway, stretching long and pale, parting the forest and a golden field. A gas station lay maybe a mile off. They where everywhere. Slowly lumbering toward her in their creepy menacing way. She shuddered and glanced around her quickly. There was always, ALWAYS and escape route. Some trick to get out, always when the hero was stuck. It had worked for you over the last few years. Vriska turned around quickly but coolly, keeping her calm but jumped as she saw the rotten body's fumbling to her out of the woods. She stumbled back, they where closing in on her. Suddenly she saw something glint on the pavement and she quickly ran and picked it up. It was a small, pointed piece of glass. She twisted to look behind her, the stench was overwhelming and they where only a few yards away on all sides. Vriska started to block out the noises. Okay. She had one sort of weapon, her mind and a terrible situation where at worst, her guts could be ripped out of her alive as the zombies slowly ate her while she would watch in horror, unless of course they ate her eyes first, then she wouldn't be able to watch. She had to figure out a way to beat these bastards.
Suddenly a cold hand grabbed her shoulder from behind. She roared and slashed out with her weapon. Someone roared in return as she was pulled of the ground and landed on hard metal. "WHAT THE FUCK, YOU BITCH, I JUST FUCKIN SAVE YOUR FUCKIN LIFE!" Someone yelled. Vriska turned to rescuer as she lay on the bottom of the back of the truck. A short boy about her age sat clutching his hand. Screaming cuss words at her like he was about to die. Vriska grinned as the truck drove farther away from the hoard which had cornered you. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT,?" The boy yelled at her. "Shut up!" She heard a girl say and she turned around to see another rescuer about her age driving, she wore red glasses and had shoulder length black hair. Vriska grinned again, laughing. " Where the fuck did you two come from?" Her second rescuer kept driving but Vriska could see the girl grinning through the mirror.