Nope. You turn on a heel and start running away.
Away from your car, away from the guy recording, away from your attacker.
You didn't take the oncoming traffic into account and narrowly missed becoming a human pancake a la ford forerunner. You were never one for cardio, and damn your lungs were already burning only five blocks and one intersection away.
You slow, turn, and the next thing you know something heavy is across your chest - slamming into you with the weight of a goddamned semi. You can't breathe, your vision goes fuzzy. You know you've met the ground at some point in time trying to catch your breath, but you aren't sure when or how it happened exactly.
You just know everything is horizontal.
And something heavy and alive is beside you, partially on top of you. Pinning you.
A familiar guttural groan makes your senses snap back to you, eyes wide as your head jolts to take in the thing that had run into you. What meets your vision is teeth.
Just teeth.
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Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure
Ciencia Ficción::FIRST DRAFT:: A multiple choice zombie apocalypse story. Can YOU survive the first day of the burgeoning zombie apocalypse?
