I sprint in a panic along the city streets, trying to control my breathing. It was no use either way- I’m literally being chased by ZOMBIES. Not to mention, I have no idea where I am. I mentally curse myself with each step I take.

“God- When will those things give up?!” I huff, eyes darting around the surroundings to see something, anything- Then, a faint glimmer catches my eye. Sharp and like a brief tap against my brain. It might be dangerous, but who gave a damn about that in a situation like this? I rush forward with the last of my strength and throw myself into the dark alleyway where I saw that glint. I bruise myself slamming my back into the wall, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth in pain. It was brief, but it still hurt. Red and black spots blossomed in my eyes. The growling crowd of zombies bolt after me in the other direction. Thank god… I can gather my wits easier now. A breath that I didn’t know I was holding burst out of my lungs and into the crisp air. As I was catching my breath, my peripheral vision caught a rustle in the darkness. My heart leaps and instincts take over; my hands automatically grasping the sheath of my sword to take it out if necessary. I can’t even catch a break, can I?

I barely manage to strain out words. “… Who’s there? If you want to kill me, go ahead.” My eyes narrow warily. I’m not in the shape to fight, but what choice did I hi have? Kill them or get killed. That’s what my dad always told me, so I remembered; given how annoying it was.