You were running through the woods, your heart was pumping and your chest heaved with each breath you took. There was about five, no maybe ten walkers behind you. Although they were slow, it felt like they were chasing you. All you had was you knife and that wasn’t enough to save you. You suddenly tripped, hurting your ankle in the process. You bit back a cry of pain, and quickly moved to hide behind a tree. You were so dead, it was over. Until, you hear only silence? Suddenly, you hear a deep gravelly voice.

“Hey, ya alright?”