The Dene

The Zs were getting more and more. If I dont go now I'll get swamped. So I run. Through a gap and sprint like hell.

I can feel them tearing at my clothes, scratching at my face. Stinking, moaning, but they didn't manage to bite. Rotten flesh. Lost my bag, just got the scaffolding pole.

I run along the first path I see. This is madness, the trees and bushes are close on either side. Too easy to get trapped. Out off the leaves ahead comes a zombie head. Smack it straight and hard while I'm still running. Head bursts.

The path is leading up. Cant see anything behind, but I can hear them. Can't stop. Gotta find shelter and security.

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