Because Zombies! That's why!

Chapter One

There are six trillion people in the world… But there’s no telling how many of them are still alive… And how many are dead and still walking.

Walking side-by-side down a narrow alleyway vision was limited by the rising moon. Shadows moving in the dark made every step a cautious one. Reaching in the dark, two people, a man and a woman, searched for one another’s extremities for some sort of comfort, knowing that the other was still alive and had the other’s protection close at heart.

The shadows that moved in the dark began to make noises… they started to notice the two who walked, cautiously, weapons in hand… The noises weren’t the only things these two had to fear… no… The fear was those noises getting closer. The things those noises were attached to were the stuff nightmares were made of… The undead.

A bright flash lit the alley with a loud bang beside the man’s ear, causing him to, quickly, cover them and step away from the girl with wide eyes and follow the bullet’s path… He wanted to scream profanities at her for firing it next to his ear and for firing it at all… She wasted ammo on a zombie that was nowhere near them… Not even in reaching distance… It hadn’t even seen them yet. He stood tall to scold her, then he realized… The gun had sounded the dinner bell loud and clear as the sound ricocheted off the brown brick walls that surrounded them.

His breath stuck in his throat as his eyes shifted to either way of the alley… From the back slowly stumbled a, curious, hungry horde of the undead. From the front, a smaller horde, easily run through, or so he thought. The undead from the front were runners… Fast zombies who will stop at nothing to either consume you whole, or save certain parts of you to join their ranks. Turning his attention back to the horde from the back, he realized that they were no longer curious… They knew what they wanted… and they had runners, as well.

The two stared at one another in panic. The girl’s green eyes bore into his blue ones with fear, silently demanding to know what they were going to do… How they were going to get out of this. They’d only known one another for a short while, but she’d come to rely on him… more than she really should have. Within the blink of an eye, the man was running.

The green-eyed girl began to run after him, her weaponry jingling and rustling with her, weighing her down. She had made it to the side access door the boy had been aiming for and pulled open the door, but it was too late. Her long brown hair was grabbed and held tight in the hands of the crowd of the undead, pulling her back toward their drooling, snarling, jaws before they took a bite of the pale, sweet smelling, skin of her neck.

"Nick!” She screamed, her arm extended to the man at the top of the first landing for the emergency exit staircase. He looked back at her, fear on his face, as he shook his head slowly from side to side. There was no saving her now. They had her… “Nick, you bastard!” She screamed at him, angrily, as she tried to fight against the horde before it began dragging her back and finished her off.

The still hungry zoms began heading into the building in search of the man that the woman screamed for… the one who betrayed her. Up the stairwell they slumped. Even for runner zombies, stairs weren’t an easy task to surmount. Nick began running up the stairs higher and higher. He had no intention on dying today… But if he couldn’t find a good place to hide, he would have to get over it and come to the conclusions that some plans get ruined on account of rain.

Chasing him up higher and through hallways as he tried to pull doors open, only alerting more of them to himself, Nick mumbled strings and strings of profanities as he kept running, the stairs his only salvation for a short break of having to run so fast. He looked up and realized… he was running out of stairs… and running out of floors.