Rochelle trotted forward. She really had no idea where she was going, she just knew that she had to keep moving and try to find someone.
As she walked she couldn't help but worry about her team. What if they were all dead? And even if the crash didn't kill them, would they be as lucky as herself to find some weapons or med kits? She shouted out for them as she walked, not caring if any zombies found her. She needed her team and she was sure they needed her.
She heard a loud groan coming from behind a few clustered bushes. "Coach? Hey is that you?" She asked. When she heard no response she slowly stepped forward. She was scared shitless. If it was a special infected zombie….No, she didn't want to think about it.
She used one swift movement of her arm to move the branches of the bush out of the way and see what made that noise. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw nothing there.
"Must be my imagination…" She muttered to herself. Relieved, she turned back around. She froze when she turned around. She felt hot, wet breath on her face. All she could see in front of her was torn and ripped skin and a large belly. "Shit a boomer…" She thought quickly.
She slowly looked up and saw the horrific face of the special infected beast. The boils on its face jiggled as the gross liquid swished around inside it.
Rochelle screamed and pushed the boomer back. She then darted off, hearing the loud, heavy footsteps of the obese monster close behind her.
As she continued to run, she got more and more tired. "Damn…How much energy does this fat creature have?" She asked herself. She kept running and she could hear the zombie close in on her as she got slower from exhaustion.
"Please, oh please let me escape…" She knew that if the creature puked on her it would be all over. A horde would come and finish her off, she knew a frying pan would be little defense against a large horde of zombies.
She scanned the area as she ran. If she couldn't outrun the strangely fast zombie, she would have to go somewhere where it couldn't get her.
She saw a tree that's branches hung lower then other trees and leapt for the closet branch. She scrambled to climb up, sweat pouring down her face as she climbed since she was already tired from the running.
Once she got about twenty feet above the ground she looked down. The boomer was trying to climb up but the branches broke under its weight. She wiped her forehead getting some sweat off. She climbed up a few more feet and sprawled across the branches as comfortable as she could get. She closed her eyes, it was getting dark and she needed rest, and she was sure no zombies could get her here.
