Alfred smiled as he looked around the clean hummer, quickly turning the key. The car roared to life, and Alfred's smile grew even wider when he lightly pressed the pedals, making the car's engine emit a loud 'vroom' sound. He gripped the wheel. The car rushed forward, traveling much faster than his old car ever could.
He laughed loudly, leaning his head back. Pulling the car into reverse, he backed up before switching into first gear, his foot pressing firmly against the pedal, making the car push triple digits.
He lurched forward when the car collided with the gate, immediately breaking through it. Alfred opened his eyes and pushed down on the gas again.
The car jumped up and down as he drove over the bodies of the undead. Some would climb onto the car's hood, clawing at the glass. Alfred didn't worry about them. He was sure that they would fall off after he made some turns. He was more focused on messing around with the radio, trying to get some music to play.
His head banging to ACDC was interrupted when the windshield smashed and arms began reaching through the glass. Alfred turned the car to the side, panicking. Most of the zombies slid off the car hood, but a few managed to hang on, regain their balance and climbing back towards the windscreen. Alfred turned again, this time spinning in complete circles. He braked when he started feeling dizzy.
Eyes firmly on the road, he began driving into the heart of the city.
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Alfred was half way across the bridge when the car started beeping and slowing down. Looking at the dashboard, he slammed his hand against the wheel. Out of gas.
Stopping the car, he jumped out of the driver's seat and quickly scanned the area, taking small and careful steps forward. Everywhere he looked, cars were on fire and some had members of the undead trying to escape from their seatbelts. One thing that bothered Alfred was that some of the cars' trunks seemed to have been...ripped off.
Making his way over to the other side, he glanced at the woods. Is it safe to sleep in a tree? he wondered just before a flash of light caught his eye. Smoke was rising from deep in the woods, and smoke meant people.
Alfred looked around bridge, wondering how he could reach the forest. He noticed a rope ladder attached to the side of the bride, and he immediately ran to it and carelessly began climbing down. A giddy smile grew on his face. Maybe it's Arthur! he thought, now running through the woods, not caring that he was snapping every fallen branch or leaf.
The smell of smoke grew stronger. He stopped when could finally see the fire, quickly hiding behind a tree. He peered around it, trying to get a good look at the scene in front of him.
He could just about make out two people. One was rather tall and the other one was around his size. They were both speaking in quick, hushed voices. It sounded like they were arguing.
Alfred was about to move from his hiding place, but the taller man pulled out a gun. The trigger was pulled and the smaller man's head was blown off.
Alfred's blood froze. D…Did that really happen? Alfred tried to calm his suddenly heavy breathing, not hearing the snapping branches until it was too late.
"Come out," the voice said. It was a deep voice with a heavy accent.
The hair on the back of Alfred's neck stood up. The man laughed, stepping towards him.
"I saw you~. But don't worry, I mean you no harm…" the man cooed.
Alfred rolled his eyes. Yeah right, he thought, taking a small step forward. He watched the ground for leaves and branches.
"One wrong step and you're dead," the voice said, sounding as if it was right behind Alfred.
Alfred nodded and looked down at his bat, trying to figure a way out of his problem. He could try to attack him, but the other man had a gun. Alfred could feel himself shaking. He wasn't in a video game; he couldn't just save and get another try.
Alfred knelt down in the shadows, laying his bat down. He couldn't wait him out. Reaching into the pocket of his lucky bomber jacket that he had received from his little brother, he could feel a familiar shape… His phone! That could work! He turned it on, getting ready to throw it.
But the man's dark chuckle stopped him.
"Too late," he whispered. The gun clicked and Alfred closed his eyes.