Choose Your Own Zombie Adventure

Marathoner

You watch for a minute, a moment, you think. Frozen. Unable to move or do. Just watch.

As teeth and fingers work together to tear into your boss. As blood spills from his body and leaks onto the pavement. The sick, wet sounds of skin ripping and his attackers teeth gnashing.

For a second you think you might have fainted, passed out standing up.

But it doesn't last long as the gore covered monster turns her hungry gaze on you. Mouth opens in a red, dripping scream as she stands. Her one foot dragging.

And runs.

You run too. God do you run. You aren't sure where you're going but you're moving as fast as you can. You know she's behind you. You can her her cries as she's chasing you. Your legs are burning, your lungs can't seem to inhale enough oxygen. If you could just stop for a moment.

But you don't dare even look back. You can feel yourself slowing down as a million thoughts race through your mind.

You should have helped your boss. You should have run earlier. You should have hidden. You should have made a break for your car. You could have barricaded yourself in the office.

None of that matters now as her relentless pursuit has attracted the attention of individuals just as fucked up as your chaser is.

And you weren't getting faster. You weren't gaining ground.

"Help!" You scream, "Help!"

But no one is around to hear you.

Tears leak from your eyes, hot and unnoticed as fingers brush against the back of your shirt. A burst of speed, you know. You know it's futile as you pump that energy into your legs.

You should have run for town, not the empty field by the office. You should have-

But the thought is cut off as fingers lock around your arm, wrench you around. As more hands grab at you, claw, dig in. Teeth bite and tear and consume. Devour.

It hurts, oh God it hurts...

Oh No! You've Died