Chapter 2
Suddenly, that subtle feeling of hope shot through my veins. I'd made it this far, I'm not giving up now. And I was off, sprinting around the corner, shotgun locked and loaded. My eyes scanned the area; walkers plotted in several spaced out area. The few that were closest to me noticed immediately, but to no avail as I darted past them. I managed to reach the next turning before being blocked off by the geeks. There were three of them, each planted between a wreckage of cars. I pulled up the shotgun with my fingers wrapped around the trigger, aimed at the head of the nearest monster, and fired.
A shower of bullets propelled from the weapon, taking the first walkers head clean off. As I pumped the gun ready for another shot, the second walker fell to the ground, only then did I realize that I had taken both geeks out with just the first shot. The round fired had not only alerted the surrounding walkers to my location, but it had also riled the third one in front of me. I hesitated to fire the gun again, worrying that it would attract too much attention, so I decided to give the walker a swift hit with the gun.
As I advanced down the road the sound of the alarm grew louder, filling my desperation with a backbone of hope. I scurried past dozens of walkers before finally reaching the high street, the sound of the engines were so close that I could nearly feel the vibrations.
However, my hopes were to be deprived, my desperation to be crushed, and my chances to be shattered, for as I turned my head, the mother of all hoards was waiting. Amongst the hundreds I could see deformed bodies, over run vehicles, and even a military tank. Clearly, this is just a fight that we weren't meant to win.
The hoard, (or at least part of it), began making its way to me. I was paralysed, with shock, confusion, fear. Everything. I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. I was completely consumed. The only thing that could knock me out of my trance was the sound of an oncoming car.