[LANA'S POV]
This tower was like a maze to me. All I knew was not to go down because Hanz's actual office was supposedly upstairs, according to the woman I encountered earlier on. I clutched onto Amanda's tag, saying over and over to myself that I'd find her. She obviously meant a lot to Blane.
I stumble past a dark hallway and coincidentally, my torch starts to flicker and I know straight away it's going to stop working completely in a matter of minutes. I mutter under my breath, grasping the knife in my other hand.
I halt the second I hear footsteps other than mine. I hold my breath and rely on my ears. The thuds were slow, yet heavy. I knew straight away that whatever it was, it wasn't human or at least..not anymore. I peer over the edge of the hallway, only to find myself stuck looking at another hallway but this time it was lit up by a couple old ceiling lamps. Great.
The trudging gets louder as it comes closer. From what I could tell, they were coming from down that hallway. I stare down the long, path until I saw it. It was huge, unlike anything I had ever seen. Must be one of Hanz's experiments gone loose - no doubt.
The zombie was around twice my height and dragged along a hammer which seemed to have weighed a ton since it was just a concrete slab cemented onto a thick, metal rod. This type of zombie looked awfully strong, even it's muscles could be seen from a mile away. All I could think about was how I was going to get past it alive.
I stealthed up to it silently, not making even the slightest sound. It didn't seem to see that the goon was hearing me (that's what I'm calling them from now on). I pick up a brick and toss is across the hallway, opposite to the side I was hoping to reach.
"AGHHH!!!" It bellows as is runs towards the sound of the brick, making its way away from me. I was safe for now.
I jog up to the elevator door and see that the button showed it was in use. In use? I realise what this meant and hide behind a couple crates not far from the lift, covering myself completely.
*ping*
The lift tings, opening it's doors letting out whoever was in it out.
"I hate Blane! How could he have done that to me?" The woman explains, pacing out and walking down the corridor - talking to herself consistently.
I knew who that was straight away.
YOU ARE READING
Apocalypse
ActionShe has to survive. She isn't like any other girl - doesn't care how she looks, doesn't paint her nails..instead, the only thing she paints is death with the blood of the zombies which have been multiplying in her city. It's the beginning of the end...
