Your shoes hit the rocky ground as you ran through the forest, something chasing you. You ran as quick as you could, dodging logs and rocks and other obstacles in your way, but you weren’t a track star. You knew you couldn’t keep this up for long.

You spotted a cabin not far in the distance. You ran quickly, stomping up the steps, and slamming the door behind you, before pushing a brown dresser against the door. You backed up in fear, breathing heavily. You ran into a room, locking the door.

It had been a week since the zombie apocalypse has started, and the world had practically ended. Your parents died and your aunt and uncle took your siblings. Not you. Let’s just say you weren’t their favorite. So you’d been doing this alone. A 15 year old kid all alone, surviving by herself. It was surprising, really.

You found a shotgun in the room. Quickly, you loaded it as the zombie pounded on the door. When it busted in—

BAM

the zombie fell to the ground.