Holy shit! They were getting closer!
Feliciano redoubled his efforts to escape the horde of zombies chasing after him. His breathing was ragged and his legs ached.
'I DON'T WANT TO BE A ZOMBIIIIIIEEEEE!' he screamed in his head, saving his breath to propel him just a few more metres. What had made him think it was a good idea to start a supply mission after sunset?!
No. He had to stop. He couldn't breathe.
He stood, hunched over, hands on his knees and panting hard, out in the open. If a zombie tried to sneak up on him, he could see it coming.
His earpieces crackled with a new radio report. If he didn't get the supplies back soon -
A hand came down on his shoulder.
The small, terrified Italian screamed, whirled around, and struck out at whatever it was, ripping his earphones out in the process.
Oh.
Not a zombie.
Just a very tall blond man. With a faint red mark on his cheek where Feliciano had somehow managed to hit him.
Already stammering out apologies, he pulled out his phone and paused the app. His "Base's" supply mission could wait.
