I bit my lip, not knowing what the day to come. I was a single, white man, who was a photo journalist, at the age of 21. Wow, 'the catch' for the women.
I sighed deeply, looking out the window for my taxi to come.
"It was supposed to come twenty minutes ago, maybe it's just... stuck in traffic, it's New York City for gods sake." I thought, looking at my watch.
I kept peeking out the window looking for it to come. Nothing, more nothing... well absolutely more nothing.
"It's been a half an hour and the cab still hasn't come! I am going to be late, for work. Well I guess I'll have to walk." I rolled my eyes at the thought, I swiped my coat off the coat rack, racing out the door.
"SH**!" I exclaimed, as I noticed I hadn't brought my camera. I was already halfway to the NY Times, and I was going to be late. No one was out today, which was strange because it was Friday before Christmas, and it's always busy in New York at this time.
I brushed through my dark brown hair, as I was running back to my apartment. I heard something growl above and behind me. I looked back, not wanting to mugged at this time. There was no one there. It was a strange day. I pinched myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. I looked back again when heard coughing. Someone was following me, my heart was rushing. I started to run as fast as I could, when I heard louder growling. I was scared. Something had grabbed the back of my coat. I couldn't dare and look back, so I elbowed whatever it was and screamed as loud as I could for help. I kept running, the thing had finally caught up to me. The thing tackled me. The thing was a man with a black hoodie on patched by duck tape. I grabbed the mans hood and swung it up.
It wasn't a man... now I understood why everyone was away. The creatures face was covered in red goo, human blood. I was it's prey. The creature howled, and when he did I heard moaning coming from all sides. I looked to the side, zombies, tons of them. It was my time to die. A cold tear mixed into a bead of sweat. The creature on top of me started to tear into my arm with it's sharp claws.
"LET HIM GO!" I heard a girls voice, cry out. The sounds of bullets than erupted all around me. Someone had saved me.