You feel your heart clench in fear as the back window cracks under yet another attack. You crane your neck around to see the blood smears on the glass.
Shit. Something like concern urges you to make your next moves.
Worriedly you roll down your window, ignoring the blinking crossing lights signaling a soon to come green traffic signal.
"A-are you okay?" The assailant freezes at your words, his head ticks towards you in a jarring manner. "Excuse me?" You're a bit emboldened by the way he turns his gaze on you.
Eyes glassy. Skin too pale. Extremities blue from cold exposure. Your heart clenches. You're sure this man is having a bad drug reaction and needs professional help. You pull out your cell phone and LLP wiggle it where he can see.
"If you just calm down we can call the authorit-" He groans low and slow in his throat. A gurgling, pained thing escaping from purple-blue, cracked lips spattered with blood. "-ies." You finish, confidence gone as you see muscles bunch.
Rock falls to the ground.
Teeth are bared.
Instinctively you withdraw into your vehicle, window whirring as it rolls up as fast as it can. But it's too late.
An arm reaches through the large space in the window, fingers claw at you, digging in and drawing blood - which seems to only enrage your attacker further. You aren't sure if you're screaming or if he is.
Probably both.
The window squeezes at his arm, tight. Tighter. You see blood staining the sleeve of his shirt, but he isn't phased by the pain, fingers still reaching, clawing, grabbing. You try to move to the passengers seat but accidentally get too close. Fingers close in on your hair. His grip is impossible to release yourself from, you can feel your scalp screaming with pain as he yanks and yanks. Desperately you open the car door, immediate relief flooding you as the grip in your hair loosens. You stumble out of the vehicle, careful to keep your body low and away from the wildly grasping hand, now missing a nail and bleeding.
"Hey!" The guy from the car behind you calls out. Desperately you look behind you to see the monster struggling to get out of the trap you accidentally devised with your car.
He's waving you over, motioning to the passenger seat. You're torn for a moment, until you hear glass crack. Feet are moving, eating the pavement. But it's not enough. The window to your car shatters with a sound you'll never forget. The feet chasing after you are eating up the distance faster than you ever could hope to maintain it.
You feel a weight tackle you to the ground and something hard, sharp, searing sinks into your throat.
People always told you you were too kind for your own good.
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Science Fiction::FIRST DRAFT:: A multiple choice zombie apocalypse story. Can YOU survive the first day of the burgeoning zombie apocalypse?
