ू🎧' I’m Not a Hero – Hans Zimmer

You were out of bullets. No knife. And surrounded by walkers. You tried to move away from them as best you could, limping because of your twisted ankle — the pain throbbed, but fear was stronger. Every step was a fight against despair, and the groans of the undead were getting closer and closer.

Breathless, she ran as fast as she could, but didn’t see the rock in her path. She tripped. Fell hard to the ground, her body scraping across the dry dirt. In a second, the walkers were on top of her, cold, rotten hands trying to grab her.

You screamed, struggling, fighting to breathe as the deformed faces closed in.

Dust rose. Blood pounded in her ears. And she knew: if no one showed up, this could be her end.