After escaping the houses with the majority of their goodies all packed into a nice suitcase I found in house number 3, I settled down for a spot of lunch while the sun was up and being warm. Of course, the peace and tranquility of my picnic was soon interrupted by two or three biters which was only to be expected. I threw a handful of fruit loops into my mouth, brushed the grass from my butt and grabbed the shovel. Luckily the biters were spaced out from each other, so I had at least half a minute to put one down before the other caught up. The first biter was an elderly looking woman wearing only one high-heel. She shuffled her way towards me painfully slowly so I had time to prepare myself and get used to the feeling of my heart pounding in my throat. I raised my shovel into the air and brought it down on the old woman's head, watching as it cracked her skull and sent a stream of scarlet into the sky. The lady dropped to her knees and then fell forward, well and truly dead. I stepped back just in time to make sure my new blood-free boots wouldn't get splattered, and set to work on the other biter.
This guy was a complete and utter mess. He was growling and reaching out towards me, his broken fingers pointing and stretching in all directions. Blood was pouring down his chin and I felt my heart stop as I saw the bulge in his pocket - the unmistakable shape of a gun. I checked behind me and jogged backwards to see the third biter wobbling side to side, trying to keep his balance as he walked. I figured I had enough time to sort him out before I got caught up with both of them, so I gripped hold of my shovel and hit him in the head from as far as way as possible. I didn't want that wriggling, infected freak to touch me but the shovel wasn't doing anything from that distance. It wasn't long until he was so close I could see the flesh in his teeth, and I almost gagged at the sight of it. But I didn't have time to waste - I needed to sort him out now. Just as I was about to slam the shovel on his head again, I felt his hands round my waist gripping into my sides and I let out a bloodcurdling scream, dropping the shovel straight onto his head. I closed my eyes and felt the biter's blood squirt onto my once-clean coat. Two down, one to go.