🧟‍♂️• Gunshots flew through the air, the wind rustling the greying leaves in the tall of the trees brown bark, rain pattering down.

Gurgles and grunts tore from the zombies mouths with each individual bullet they took, the muck squelching beneath Violets feet, the paranoid start of her thumping heart in her chest creating an illusion of nausea, arm wrapped around the smaller girl who staggered with a heavy limp.

“They’re getting closer, Vi!” The man hollered, stepping backwards, a great deal of confidence to not trip in the roots and mud as his gun jerked with each shot taken.

Violet raised her head, pleading up at the strange metal barred gate, her breath heavy, eyes strained and bloodshot. “Open it up! Open the damn gate! None of us are bitten— please! She’s hurt!”