Gyles swore under his breath as he peered out the window of the door to the breakroom he was hiding in. He’d managed to make his way into the department store and barricaded himself in. There was a back door, but the alleyway behind the building seemed to be moderately empty and unoccupied by the
“Go! Run!” The call came from behind her, strangled and fragmented by gunfire. One, two, three shots. One, two, three, four, five foot falls. Felicity knew it was a bad idea, but she had to know. Her eyes flicked back over her shoulder. They widened at the sight she saw. His legs were being torn from him, two of the… things attacking him. Hunters. She choked back a scream, her brown orbs connecting with his fading green ones.
“No! Alex!” She sobbed, her legs stopping after one, two, three more strides. “W-what do I do?! You can’t leave me!”
“Run!” He cried again before there was a snap and his spine broke. The hunters had killed him. Whether by accident or on purpose was unclear, but the dead body would not entertain them for long. Chocking out another sob, the girl turned and ran, one, two, three, four steps until she was in her stride, counting each heavy footfall. She was alone again. In truth she didn’t know how she had survived this long. Her grandmother had turned into a howler, calling the hoards when Felicity had come to check on her one morning. It broke her heart but she ran. It was all she could do… She had been ready for it - seeing the signs of infection and watching them progress day by day, hour by hour - so she had grabbed her back-pack and run. She had found one group of un-infected held up in a house near-by but they left her behind when they found out she couldn’t use a gun, assuming she’d be a burden. She had held up in that house for another day before being found by another group. They had taken her in, noticing how she had held the house fast despite the growing number of hoards that passed down the street. They used her to their advantage… until they started to get picked off. Alex had been the last.
Felicity choked back another sob. Her legs where burning, but she could see a department store in the near distance. Just a little further and there could be water and clean. She pushed her legs a little harder. As she drew closer though, something caught her eye. It had already been barricaded – looked recent too – but there were a number of the things, milling around the out side. If she wanted to get in, she’d need help and there was a likely hood there was someone in their already. She ducked behind a road sign, panting and trying to catch her breath from the last 10 minuets of flat out running. Her had breaths finally slowed down - one, two, three, two, five, two, seven, two and round again – when she heard the commotion. Hazel eyes hesitantly peered over the sign and spotted the man, fighting off what he could of the few infected that where turning their attention to him. Why was he leaving the safe place? Was it out of supplies already? Or had he stripped it of what it had? Either way, he was defending alone. She did the only thing she could think off.
“Hey, Zombies! Over here!” She jumped and shouted, trying to draw those she could away from the male, before remembering… Alex was no longer there to protect her. “Oh god…” She muttered, tumbling with her bag to find anything she could use to defend herself.