Frank landed on the other side of the wall with a softened 'thud', the decaying vegetation underneath him muffling the otherwise fairly loud sound of his duffle bag of tin cans hitting the pavement. The last thing that Frank needed was to draw even more attention to himself that he unfortunately already had, so he was thankful for the first time in his life for the rotting underfoot foliage.

It was mid autumn and the creeping winter chill dug its way into Frank's mostly bare skin. He hadn't planned on being outside for so long so hadn't put on any items of clothing that would unnecessarily weigh him down, he also had to do a lot of dodging in order to stop from being grabbed as he made his getaway; long sleeved items were definitely a no go when a member of the undead was trying to claw at something to hold onto.

The undead, in fact, were the reason that Frank had been in such a hurry to hop over walls; mainly because at least 30 of them were currently following him. Frank, not being the tallest of people, easily made his way over the wall, meaning that the creatures following him would also be able to get over -or even through- the decrepit old stone wall.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," Frank muttered to himself as soon as he heard the rasping of the things behind him. Swiftly picking up his bag and swinging it over his shoulder, he began to run through the park that he had just entered. There were a lot less of the creatures in places like parks and forests – basically anywhere that was less populated with living human flesh the less the undead enjoyed congregated there.

He became startles as a hissing noise began in his ear, but relaxed again when he realised it was his listening device as Mikey's crackling voice came on the line.

"What did you think you were doing?," he sounded panicked and upset, obviously worried for his friend's safety, "How hard is it to not attract the attention of every singly fucking zombie ever Frank, huh?"

"Would you calm down, I'm fine!," Frank climbed over a fallen tree that was in his path, causing him to stumble and slow down a bit, something he really didn't want at the minute, "All I need to do is circle back to the car park in a mile or so and I will be back to base soon."

"Yeah, but for now you are travelling in the total wrong direction," Mikey sighed, "Why couldn't you have just grabbed the food and gotten out Frank?"

"I heard someone, they were still alive and I had to try to help them," He hadn't heard anything behind him for a while and as he paused to catch his breath he looked back and couldn't see anything, "Dude, I had to try to help them, but by the time I got to the guy it was too late, and by then all of the zombies and all of their fucking mothers had seen me."

Frank flinched as a scraping sound echoed from the listening device before an angry voice started yelling at him, "What the fuck Frank? You think what you did was okay? We are all worried as fuck over here!," Gerard had some sort of talent for making him feel guilty, "You get your ass right back here now."

Frank could hear faint groaning coming from behind him now, "Look Gerard, I don't have time for this, what did you really expect me to do, not try to help the guy? I'll be back as soon as I can."

Gerard's continued shouts were cut off as Frank switched off his earpiece and pocketed it, continuing to run through the park just as a group of the undead erupted from the trees a few meters behind him.

So they were still following him.

Great.

Frank cursed and continued to run, his surroundings a blur and the paranoia of being caught breathing down his neck. The group were slowly gaining on him as he was growing tired and more out of breath, which of course didn't slow the undead down; they didn't breathe and never became tired.

Then the next think he knew he was falling.