Fucking hell.
Those things just wouldn't quit – Thankfully they weren't very fast either, hell if they had been, she'd be all kinds of screwed.
Panting heavily she broke through the thick vegetation, scratches on her arms and face indicating that she'd been going through it for awhile. She wasn't completely desperate though, no falling-on-your-knees- clasping- your -hands -together- praying -for -Jesus -to -come -and -save -you, desperate anyways.
Ammo was out, her legs were giving out and that Swiss army knife was a toothpick of a thing, there was no way she would be able to get at the brain with a tiny blade like that. Something else that was coming in short supply was her flight instinct; instead she was getting more and more pissed off. Here she was, running like a god damn animal – And from what?
Decaying corpses…
Well alright maybe running hadn't been such a bad idea the first day around, but now, going in on her second day of running; she was sick of it. Catching her breath against a tree she made a quick check over her shoulder, nothing in sight, didn't mean they weren't after her, but it meant she could at least get some much needed air down into her burning lungs. Her rifle was slung over her shoulder, much use it did her now – To be fair she'd been an idiot wasting her ammo like she had.
Coming across the abandoned car she had, for a moment, though she'd hit jackpot. Instead as she was rounding the old ford she had come upon a family, complete with ma and pa munching away on their baby girl. Shit, the girl couldn't have been more than ten years old and so she had drawn her rifle and shot both mommy and daddy dearest in the head, the shots echoing around her – Drawing those disease-bearing poxy bastards her way.
Don't regret it though.
Fighting the urge to just sink down in the dirt and be done with it, she took another raspy breath, pulled the rifle from her shoulder and started running. She could hear them now, following her through the vegetation of the forest, wasn't hard – Bastards made a ruckus. Most of them anyways, the one in the corner of her eye had snuck up on her and seeing its face, jaw torn of and tongue hanging down she almost tripped over herself. As luck would have it she stayed upright and regained her bearing as the corpse closed the distance between them, letting out a curse she lifted her rifle and skewered the barrel through its head.
Disgusted as she was she watched the corpse fall to the ground and stomped her boot on its head, if it had been dead before – Now it was really, really, dead. Searching her surroundings she picked up four more walkers coming her way, best thing to do was keep on moving and that- …
Was that a car coming?
