At one moment they were gambling their life savings away, and the next they were fleeing from zombies. They gripped the coin tightly in their hand, spewing out curses as they searched for a place where they could hide out. They didn’t expect them to appear out of nowhere, yet here they were gambling with their own life.

The zombies were slow, yes, but they had outnumbered them. The crowd only seemed to grow as more and more caught what was going on. Chance had only one try. They looked back, their gun pointed at a zombie before they pushed the trigger.

. . .

Nothing had seemed to happen. Shit, they thought to themself, using it as a sort of distraction. They managed to escape from their view, finding a little spot to camp in. The place looked to be an abandoned hide out, a few cans of food here and there, but it was enough to survive the night.

They extended his hand to a can before it was roughly pulled forward. “Wha—?” They blinked, their sunglasses threatening to fall. “Woah! Woah!” Chance attempted to pull their hand away. “I get it, I stumbled upon your secret little base, and now you want me out. Look, I’ll make a deal with ya, comprende? You let me chill around here for a while, and I will offer you protection.”

What a wonderful deal! Any person would be glad to accept without hesitation. “…If my luck doesn’t run out.” Well, that certainly killed the mood.