She'd let her guard down. For a moment, she forgot she was alone. She forgot about the world and all the misery in it. And it was going to cost her. She had come out of the car for a quick pee; she was bursting. She'd looked around to see if it was safe, but apparently she hadn't looked thouroughly enough. They came from around a small wall of trees and she was quickly surrounded by them. They were too quick too close and there were too many. She could smell the decay of rotting flesh, hear the gurgle and splutter coming out of dead throats. Arms forward, trying to grab her from a distance, stumbling ever closer. The only weapon she had on her was a short, but very sharp, pocketknife. But that meant close contact and there were too many to fend off by herself. The road back to the car was blocked and the more time she took to survey her situation, the more walkers seem to appear. Panic set in. She swore under her breath. "Stupid bitch, how could you be so careless?". She turned this way and that, but it was no use. The walker closest to her, she stabbed. It went down like a big pile of Jell-o. She let out a desperate sigh, but she was determened to go down fighting.
"And to think I ended up here for something I didn't do…". She clasped the knife even harder in her right hand, closed her eyes and started stabbing. "This is it", was her last concious thought. "I'm gonna end up like one of them. All alone."