She was running down the once crowded and busy city street with the cannibalistic horde screeching and gnashing their teeth as they chased her. Any "normal" person would be screaming, blind with terror, but this particular woman didn't seem to be afraid of her predicament. If anyone were looking up close they would actually see a slightly smug smirk on her otherwise calm face.
She led her stalkers down an almost hidden alleyway and out onto the main street of the decrepit city. As she reached the far side of the intersection in the heart of the city she slowed to a stop and turned to face the once normal crowd of city goers. The smug smirk never left her face even as the zombies continued sprinting towards her. As they came ever loser she calmly reached into her back pocket and pulled out a book of matches. She struck a match and held it in front of her for a moment as they finally reached the middle of the intersection. When she decided that they were in the right spot she lazily tossed the match onto the ground in front of the wild mob. As soon as it touched the gasoline soaked pavement the entire intersection was washed in a wave of flames. The zombies quickly caught fire like dried tinder and ceased their forward motion. They all started screeching in pain and flailing their arms in panic. None of them were smart enough to think of leaving the circle of flame and doing the good old stop, drop, and roll.
The young woman found this fact quite amusing as she watched the zombies burn to a crisp. They seemed to have completely forgotten about that particular prey they had recently been chasing even though she was only a few feet away from the mass of writhing bodies.
However, one of the infected broke away from the crowd and slowly jogged/limped toward the woman, screeching in pain as what was left of his skin was slowly flaking and melting away. As he ambled toward her, her smirk grew. When he was within arm's length of her she pulled a hand gun from the small of her back and brought it to the burning man's forehead and pulled the trigger. The zombie fell backward from the force of the shot and landed with a muffled thud. She calmly sauntered over to the burning body and fired her gun once more into its head. You never can be too careful you know.
She continued to stand silently by the burning corpse and watch the mass of burning bodies in the heap in front of her. The acrid stench of the burning flesh met her delicate nose, but she hardly even flinched. She was quite used to things such as this by now. It had been almost a year since she had begun her isolation in the dead city. After the cannibalistic disease ravaged the world she was the only uninfected left. She had been slowly killing off all the zombies in the city as time passed. But deep inside her felt that she couldn't keep it up forever. Like any other human being she needed peace and a sense of security.
As the fire continued to burn she turned and made her way "home".