FET ran as fast as she could on all her fours, which was the fastest way she could travel. Deserted buildings and old decaying dumpsters flew past her in a blur. She made sure to avoid any of the parked cars. The last thing she needed right now was to draw the horde with an unneeded car alarm. Blood was dripping out of the gap in her neck, leaving a trail of crimson behind her.
She never thought her venture here would be like this, never. It was just supposed to be a little vacation to kill some zombies, talk with the famous survivors, and then go home. That was it! It wasn't suppose to end up with her running from the good guys, no matter how paranoid they were.
A bullet whizzed past her head and struck the pavement in front of her with a spark. FET flinched and started to run in zigzags to avoid any more. They were starting to catch up. Not good, not good!
The unneeded feeling of self-preservation started to take over and FET hid behind a rusty trashcan, which was not the best hiding spot, but it would have to do for the moment until she could get her bearings.
She held her breath as flashlight beams skimmed over her hiding place. The hole in her neck wasn't healing fast enough, she couldn't call out to them to stand down and tell them she was not infected. But would they have believed her, after what they had seen?
"Here kitty, kitty," she heard a gruff voice whom FET recognized as Bill, "Where are you?" Darn you Bill! FET thought, you better keep your promise!
Another voice called out, "Come out, come out, wherever you are." It was Louis. Was it just those two? No, the others were nearby, she could hear their heart beats and breathing with her perceptive ears.
FET looked around for another place to hide, and almost jumped when she discovered she was sitting next to a white-eyed corpse that smelled of Boomer bile. Pity filled her soul, poor guy, she thought, he didn't make it. There was no firearm near it, and if there were she couldn't use it on them. Rule one: Never attack or attempt to kill main characters.
Footsteps drew nearer, along with the click of a firearm. Time was running out… well not really, she had all the time in the world. With this premise, FET asked herself why she was hiding when nothing could hurt her? Simple really. She didn't want to pick out bullets from her insides.
Something shiny in the corpse's hand caught FET's attention as a flashlight beam locked on it for a second. She pried it out of the dead man's cold grip, with some disgust. It was a set of car keys and what looked like a button for a car alarm. Hmmm… this could be useful…
The survivors were drawing close now. FET stared at the little silver symbol of a horn blaring. Now or never, she thought while hoping the car in question was nearby, FET pushed the button.
A car alarm erupted from behind her, loud and obnoxious, lights flashed off the brick walls of the alley.
A female voice yelled out, "God damn it, Francis!"
"I didn't do it, Zoey, I swear!" answered a male, undoubtedly frustrated Zoey would always jump to the conclusion that it was his fault.
The alarm drew the attention of the nearby horde. Zombies ran past FET like a stampede of wildebeests, not noticing her. Some infected were even approaching from the roof, falling to the ground, breaking limbs, then getting up as if it were nothing, determined to destroy the source of the racket.
As the survivors were preoccupied, FET took her leave.
Running down the alley, the immortal Alucard Hybrid spread her wings, and with a quick flap and strong jump, she flew up to the rooftops and hid.
She sat in the shadow of a chimney, her wings wrapped around her to keep out the night air. Stewing over the recent events, she came to the quick and swift reality.
Her home ticket was in the hands of those who now wanted to fill her with lead. And she wasn't getting on that plane to Molonara any time soon.
The sounds of gunshots and screaming zombies were growing faint now, but FET remained still until the only sound was wind whistling through the rabbit ears.
And a witch crying in the distance.