The Run.

The sun has been swallowed up by the horizon, and darkness crawls over the land.
The sky cries, rain pattering on the pavement as I step outside my door. Shoes are tied, hood up, music on- here I go.
My shoes are worn in, not meant for running, slapping on the pavement as I start up a rhythm. Breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Arms pumping at my sides, legs strain, as they are not used to this much movement.

That's when I hear it, a growl that slowly grows into a resonating screech. I can almost smell the decay. I glance behind me. Rotting corpse, sprinting after me.

 I speed up, as I have nothing to defend myself. My lungs are burning, the cold air becoming painful to suck in. Zombies. I reach a steep hill, and start to stumble down it, reaching the bottom, and glancing quickly before I dart across the street.
There are more now, attracted by the cries of their fellow undead. One to my left, I take a sharp turn down a narrow street, only a couple of the decaying figures can run it seems, the rest are staggering behind, a horde.
I see the hospital up ahead, and take the risk running through the parking lot. There are obstacles there that I can avoid easily, but for some stumbling corpse, it is a maze.
I dart in between parked cars and trucks weaving through as to make it difficult for the zombies to reach me.
At one point I slide over the hood of a small car, because I'm BADASS like that.
I reach the end of the lot and hurl myself down a short set of stairs, landing clumsily. It is still pouring down rain, and I am now soaked, but no time to think about that. I keep running.
I make it onto a familiar street I usually would take to get to work. The horde has fallen behind. Out of nowhere I hear another screech and I am cut off! I weave, jumping from the sidewalk to the road and dodging before sprinting as fast as I can. I hear groans and growls, dead walkers hidden in the darkness of the surrounding streets. They look up from their kills, as I go by.
I dip across a street where conveniently the light is green, but when running from zombies... it doesn't matter.
Passing stores I had been in many times before, my legs are aching, my stomach is twisting and cramping. I keep running
I take the last of my energy and with a short burst of speed I make it to the doors of BK and barricade myself within.
Two of my friends look up, I am soaked from head to toe and panting.
I order a Whopper, flop down on the chair and devour it.

It was all good after that... but the next morning I woke up with a frigging cold.