'There it is! Just a bit further and I'll be safe!' I think as I sprint towards a tall red water tower. I bet youre asking yourself what im running from. Hah, its a long story I'll tell in a moment. But first...
"Rarrgg!" I growl as I slam the butt of my shotgun into one of the wretch's skull with a crunch, brains flying. I glance back to see the large mob growing closer. My heart racing, I pick up the pace. It's useless to shoot at them, there are too many, even if I still had ammo it would be pointless.
The looming red tower seemed to mock me as I run, so close yet so fucking far. A grimy hand latches to my green trenchcoat. I unsheathe one of my throwing knives and slam it down hard into the monster's eye. More creatures begin to drag me down with their sheer, bloated, weight.
I clench my teeth as I struggle against their force, knowing that no matter how much i fight, dying will be inevitable. But just as I begin to give up, an earsplitting, "BOOM!" sounds and the majority of their weight recedes. I jerk away from their grip and scramble to my feet. More gunshots resound and I pant as I run the remaining distance.
As I reach the leg of the tower, a rope ladder is tossed down and I grab ahold of one of the rungs. I make my way up to the first wooden platform to be greeted by a tall man with sniper rifle slung over his shoulders. He has short black hair and dark blue eyes. He towers over me and has an unwavering rigid look on his face, but I can see the look of respect in his eyes.
"Bit?" He asks me, expecting a formal answer. Ha, he should know me better than that.
"Nope, pretty damn close though." I laugh shakily. I turn around and look back down to see dozens of mindless, drooling monsters clawing at the legs of the tower.
I bet you are confused as Hell, heh, sorry about that. Well, I'm going to keep it short and to the point for now. Only 1/4 of the human population is alive. The other 3/4 are either dead, or... well...undead. Yep, you heard it, undead.