Prologue

I had to keep running.

Teeth chattering. Hands shaking. Mind throbbing.

They were catching up fast. Or was it me slowing down? My vision was blurred, I didn't know if they were actually close, or far. A rancid smell washed over my face, and I felt breathing on my neck. Perspiration formed on my forehead.

I screamed as a fleshy hand grasped my shoulder, sinking their rotted teeth into my soft, pale flesh. The last thing I saw was my friends running up to my dead body.

-End of Prologue-