BASIC HUNGER

You ran, you ran as fast as your bare and sore feet could take you. You managed to escape your burning apartment by the fire escape and somehow, by the grace of the universe, managed to dodge the zombies that littered about the chaotic streets.

You wished that you had a chance to change...or at least managed to throw on a pair of sneakers, but the fiery explosion that busted your apartment door right off it’s hinges, scared you right out of the shower, grabbed your robe and dashed right out of your apartment window. Thankfully, throughout the whole rush of escaping your apartment, you managed to grab a butcher knife from your small kitchen.

You held on to that knife tightly in your right hand as you continued on running for your life. Your knife and arms were caked in a nasty mixture of fresh and dried blood from defending yourself throughout your escape. Stabbing and slicing your way through the zombies that tried to grab you.

You didn’t know where you were heading, all you knew is that you needed to find somewhere far and safe from the flesh eating dead. Hopefully you would find suitable clothes on the way. Your once plush white robe was now stained with blood and ash. Ripped and torn on certain areas from the zombies. One of them managed to grab the sash of your robe and pull it off…

So here you are, running down the street with your robe wide open for the whole world to see your naked ass. Bloody and sweaty, with a butcher knife in your hands. If a cop or anyone with a gun saw you, they wouldn’t think of you as a zombie, but probably a crazy ass person and would shoot you anyway.

On top of that, you accidentally bumped into a woman a few blocks down...she was packing some serious heat, but by the way she was running away. Something dangerous was chasing after her….but to your luck, the thing was chasing you now.

Great...

“Shit….” you cursed out.  Ahead of you was a barricaded blocking the entire street of downtown. The large horde of zombies were hitting and biting the chain linked fence, trying to get through. The large yellow weights that were holding the barricade were moving, inching bit by bit. You swallowed a dry lump of fear as you scanned around for options to run or hide.

Your only option was going down a dark alley….

Your aching legs began to move as fast as they could carry you towards the alley. The crash of the barricade falling down rang out, making you run faster down the alleyway. The echoes of the zombies groaning and screaming were suddenly replaced by a huge explosion from a rocket launcher. Holy fucking shit, that thing was right on your ass!

After a few minutes of running, you managed to find an unlocked storage room.

You ran inside, slamming the door behind you. Even making the sad attempt to lock the small yellow key latch above the door knob. The heavy footsteps of the creature began to grow louder as it grew closer to the door.  You walked away from the door, your wide eyes fixed at the little chain as it bounced slightly from the heavy steps. You watched the door shake and jerk, as the monster tried to get in.

“ S.T.A.R.S!!”

With absolutely no effort, the creature punched the door right off its hinges and stormed inside the small storage room. The top of his bald head was merely a few inches from the ceiling due to his size.