With no clear plan on what to do next, except for putting as much distance between me and the zombies as I could, I just kept running. So focused on getting away from the flesh eaters I didn't see the cracked road in front of me end until it was too late. With a scream I fell fingers desperately grabbing for something, anything, to halt my fall.
By pure chance my left hand caught onto a piece of broken ashphalt, shredding a layer of skin from them as I held on for dear life. To my horror a mob of zombies stumbled towards my location, drawn by the blood now dripping from my fingers.
Caught between them and a most likely fatal fall I opened my mouth, taking a deep breath before I let out a scream. "Help me! Someone!" I screamed as the groans got louder and louder. I tried again just as one zombie stumbled directly into view, a woman not much older than me with a torn open throat. Somehow still able to groan with no throat she reached for me, heedless of the drop. Just as she reached for me something struck her head, blood and brain matter flying before she pitched forward disappearing below me to hit the pavement with a sickening thud.
I managed to lift my head, still somehow holding on as a guy in blue overalls leapt onto a smashed taxi cab. "Hey over here!" He yelled, waving his arm while the other held a rifle. Some of the zombies turned heading his way but the three closest to me kept coming. "Shit. Hold on!" He yelled towards me, taking aim at the closest zombie as its pale grey hands reached for me.
"What...do you think...I'm trying to...do?!" I growled, my fingers starting to slip as they bled. "Hurry the...oh shit!" I cried out as my hand finally gave out. Letting out a scream I fell landing hard on my back on what used to be an ambulance. Dazed, I lay there struggling to breathe as something scratched at my sneakers. As my vision cleared I saw a zombie, what used to be an older man with a bite taken out of his left cheek, grab my right leg.
In the blink of an eye he lunged and I screamed in agony as he sank his teeth into my calf. Using my other leg I kicked hard at his face, knocking him back but he was on his feet before I was. Snarling, my blood now dripping from his face, he snapped at my leg. Gasping from the painful bite I moved back as far as I could, glancing down at the road below.
"Fuck now what?" I whispered, my calf throbbing as the zombie scratched at the ambulance. "Go away." I whimpered, knowing that was stupid as the zombie clawed at me. This time I heard a gunshot and the zombie's head slammed into the ambulance's cab before it fell backwards.
"Are you hurt?" Someone called out and I raised my uninjured hand, waving towards the guy with the rifle. "Shit that's a bite." He whispered, running towards me as I climbed down. Straight away my leg gave way and I fell, cracking my forehead on the ashphalt.
The last thing I saw was a pair of black sneakers then everything faded...
"Why did you bring her here, Nick? She's infected and we don't have any Zombrex." A woman argued as I forced my eyes open, the bite on my leg throbbing in time with the headache growing behind my eyes.
"I know that, Annie but I couldn't just leave her out there. The zombies were trying to eat her." Nick answered as I lifted my head, vision clearing to find him standing near a blond hair lady in a hoodie. When they noticed I was awake the woman, Annie I guess, frowned at me arms crossed against her chest.
"Where...am I?" I asked, sitting up only to wince at the pain in my leg. I looked at my leg, eyes widening to find a bandaged soaked through with blood wrapped hazardly around it. "What the hell...my leg?!"
"Try not to move, that zombie bit you." Nick explained as I tilted my head back. "What's your name anyway?" He asked, kneeling beside me.
"Bridget, Nick was it? My leg really hurts and I'm really thirsty." I whimpered and he nodded, handing me a bottle of water.
As I sipped it I heard more voices and I looked towards Annie as an older woman in a red and blue short sleeved top and a man wearing a baseball cap walked towards us.
"Geeze is that a bite?" The man asked as I lowered the bottle, wiping my mouth with my other hand. "Stay away from me." He warned and I growled, trying to stand only to groan.
"Take it easy, Dick. Bridget just needs a dose of Zombrex and she'll be fine." Nick answered but I noticed he didn't look at me when he spoke. "I'll go look."
"Nick, the city's swarming with those things. It's too dangerous to go outside." The older woman told Nick, setting a hand on his shoulder when he started for the nearest doorway and he sighed. "Maybe there's some in the back."
"I checked, Rhonda but the place's been cleared out. There's a pharmacy not far from here, maybe a few blocks." Nick suggested but Rhonda shook her head, looking towards me then the doorway.
"What's going to happen if I don't get Zombrex?" I asked, knowing the answer before Nick could speak. "I'm going to turn into one of those things aren't I?"
"That's what happens." Annie answered and I glared, instantly taking a dislike to her. "Not my fault you got bit." She added with a shrug.
"Guess I'll have to find some Zombrex then." I said, ignoring my injury as I climbed to my feet. I limped towards the doorway noting no one tried to stop me which was fine by me.
I made it through the doorway and halfway down the empty bloodstained hallway when I stumbled, crying out as my knees smacked painfully into the concrete floor. That finally gained me an audience as Nick and Rhonda hurried into the hallway to find me kneeling, my bruised knees and bleeding ankle making me gasp.
"You need to stay inside. With your ankle like that you won't make it very far before you're a meal for those things." Nick said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I let him walk me back inside the building, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
It only got worse for me a few hours later, every breath a struggle and the constant ache in my head and ankle didn't help. Neither did Annie who kept pointing out I was doomed to turn into the walking dead and Dick agreeing with her. I tried to argue, that I was still a living person even if I was infected, but I couldn't make my mouth work. The fever didn't help either and as my vision started to blur I laid my head back on the makeshift bed, closing my eyes as I waited for my inevitable death.