Zombies vs. Humans
He was the last. It was just one versus the horde, and they were right on his tail. When the week began, there had been others, but slowly they had fallen to the mob, till one boy was left. It was up to him to win for the Resistance…
Speeding forward, a blond teenager, gun in hand and backpack flopping, began to climb a tree. Behind him, a mass raced, trying to grab him.
Halfway up, he realized that he was not safe in a tree, no matter what the books said. He looked up to find his next handhold anyway, and saw the answer to his problem.
Strafing the creatures below with little effect, he continued onward.
Only 15 minutes left…
Blond head bobbing in the dangerously thin branches, he stopped and looked down. The thing below was about to reach him, but as it reached for the next handhold, a backpack with one strap missing hit him and bounced off, momentarily knocking it off course.
10 minutes left…
Tensing, ready to spring, the teenager looked down once more.
5 minutes left…
"See ya in hell, suckuhs!" He screamed. With that, he leapt from the tree, sung the missing backpack strap over a suspended power line, and zip-lined down the slight slope.
Twenty feet below, the 259-strong zombie horde stared in amazement. The last human had just gotten away in a feat of daring and sheer insanity that none of them could fathom
With just 60 seconds to spare, Alex Rider had gotten away. It was zombies vs. humans week in Chelsea.