Run
My heart raced as horrifying images flashed through my mind.
Run
Terrifying reality began to settle in on me.
Run
This wasn't a dream.
Run
This was real.
The details are fuzzy.
All I remember is some crazy shit about 'the end of the world!', which honestly wasn't anything new for the news channels, desperate to get a good story and increase their views.
Then they came.
Lumps of burning flesh, hordes of them.
I was immune…
My mom was not.
Run
A horrendous screech brought me back to reality, knocking away some confusion at the booming voice in my head that kept pushing me forward… keeping me alive.
Watch left.
I made a split second stop, a gurgled gasp of fear escaping my throat as the disgusting pile of meat flew in front of me.
Run
Without any hesitation, I spurred forward. Newfound energy came in a burst, fueled by the slowly settling reality and fear.
There was no easy way out for me. I wouldn't just get bit and become mindless.
I would die… and I would suffer.
Almost there… you can do it.
A hill slowly came into view, dotted with figures scurrying about and yelling out orders.
Darkness started to close in, coupled with exhaustion.
"Help," it was meant to be a yell, but cold New York winter air, along with a lack of water had left my throat dry, and unable to produce any sound greater than a whisper.
"Over there! A survivor! Must be a demigod!" Relief flooded through me, overpowering any confusion about being called a demigod.
"Holy Hades that horde is huge!" I didn't even bother turning around, already knowing I had brought quite a crowd with me from my journey across the country.
The apocalypse had started around two days ago, taking the form of a giant cloud of gas spreading from Washington, the state. Infection rates spread faster than even the news could… nobody stood a chance.
Naturally, my home state of California was one of the first infected, but the voice had saved me. It guided me to a car, which I took on a trip all the way to New York, where it promised me I would be safe.
Along the way, I had attracted the attention of many… unwanted companions. I guess they called all their zombie friends and pretty soon I had a whole state's population following me.
"Someone sound the alarm!" I realized I was at the top of the hill and slowly stopped running… big mistake.
"Watch out!"
The world seemed to slow as I spun around; glowing yellow eyes mere inches from my face. I hit the deck, hard, and barely managed to avoid the razor sharp teeth, which I quickly realized they had.
Quicker than what I thought was physically possible, I was on my feet and continuing my race against death to the growing army of soldiers just on the other side of the hill.
My vision blurred.
My legs burned.
My breathing turned shallow and labored.
I hit the ground within a foot of the soldiers.
-End Intro-
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