My hands tremble as I struggle to securely tie the rope that rests upon my waist. It's not the first time I attempt to run away from a group; however it is the first time I do so without thoroughly planning it out first. I guess you could say I'm winging it.
But, in all seriousness I could be risking my life with these people. They call this place" Woods bury", which sounded inviting enough for my last group to blindly follow the deceptive words of the Governor. I tagged along, meaning to stock up on more supplies before abandoning them; however when I first caught sight of their man-made wall I knew it was going to be difficult. I double check the other end of the rope that I had tied onto a horizontal pipe and crawl toward the edge of the building. I turn my body toward the building and carefully inch my way down. I pray silently before letting go of the edge and being grateful to God that the rope is able to hold all of my weight.
I continue on until I am able to go down any further. "Shit." I curse under my breath. I knew the rope's length wasn't enough to make it toward the ground. But, I have never anticipated it would be this short. From the looks of it, it would probably be the first story. "Great, my weak knees are going to love this." I mutter sarcastically. I grab my knife from the side pocket of my bag and start cutting into the rope. My stomach churns and I stretch my legs preparing for the fall. I hear a gunshot just when the rest of the rope tore under the pressure. I held the knife tightly, stretching my hand far away from my body. My feet were first to collide with the ground, before I tumble onto my back. I groan inwardly, the pain coursing through my body.
I hear faint groans and struggle to stand. I dig my nails into the damp earth and force my legs to lift me up. My back is killing me. To my right I spot two zombies limping toward me and clench onto my knife. I take a moment to look at them. They are both very old, probably grandparents. I sigh and impale the blade deeply into the side of the female's head, then repeat the process onto the upcoming male. I observe my surroundings one last time before disappearing into the depths of the woods. I know I would be miles away by the time people would notice the absence of my presence. I sigh in relief at the thought. I figured some of my last group members I was housed with would be the first to notice so I put a note on my bed stating I was exploring the town within the walls and they were to see me at the "Zombie Tournament" which isn't the name, but basically explains itself. I also locked the doors, so it would also stall some time. They would be surprised that I stated I would attend; but still believe me. From the short time I have been with the group I have always been one that barely ever talked and did as she was told.
It was sunset when I escaped and the moon is slowly starting to rise. I start to pick up my pace, eventually settling for a steady jog. When I finally see a road up ahead I start picking up the pace. I decide to race through and continue on the other crowd of trees on the opposite side. Halfway across the asphalt, I hear a vehicle screech toward me. I feel it before I see it and a force knocks me to the ground. My heads slams onto the street and I feel a warm liquid seeping through the back of my head. My vision blurs and I start drifting into darkness; however not before I do I hear a shaky gasp and try on concentrate on the figure above me." Woody?" I ask before it all goes dark.