Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clothes on Sebastian's back…
Chapter 1
I always hated the city.
I don't know why I moved here.
"Move to the city! Get a job" my parents said… I should have stuck with my habit of not listening to them.
The wok swung at great speed towards the advancing creature, striking it with a squelch on its temple. The wok then withdrew back, readying itself for another swing.
The man holding the wok was tall, slightly overweight and had chest-nut brown hair. He was surrounded by several slouching, slightly rotting zombies.
His eyes darted towards possible exits. He was contemplating diving out the window when they attacked. He brought the weapon down on the closest zombie, the heavy cooking implement creating a rift between the arm and the rest of the body of the undead creature. Running towards the broken window, the man dived through the window.
I shouldn't of stopped taking that martial arts class, thought the man, as his back half began kicking at the advancing creatures and his front tried furiously to pull himself through the two-sizes-to-small window.
A slight thwocking sound came from behind the distracted male, and then something grabbed his ankle and it pulled… hard.