You didn't see that coming?

The last chance for survival

The city is captured. Wherever my eyes go, they are everywhere - in the streets, atop overturned cars, on the rooftops, behind broken windows... Chaos reigns around me. Where can I run from them? Where can I hide? They are going to want to convert me. They are roaming the city searching for the last unconverted. If they see me, they can tell I'm not one of them. And it's only a matter of time before I catch their eyes. 

A sudden thought crosses my mind: what if I could outsmart them? I quickly bend over to the flowerbed by the sidewalk and scoop a handful of earth. I smear my face and my clothes with the mud; I need to look as scruffy as they do. Not far from me, I can already see some of them have noticed me and started hobbling toward me.

I need to keep my cool. I get up, twist my body to one side and trudge toward them, limping, imitating their movements. They stop in their tracks, confused, and study me. I start emitting inarticulate sounds like the ones they make. They blink, three seconds pass and I see they are about to walk past me. I made it!

But suddenly out of nowhere two large Rottweilers rise in front of me. They bare their teeth and look at me. Their noses are smeared with blood, their eyes clouded. They are converted, too. And they are sniffing. A dog's sense of smell is much keener than a human's.

I freeze in horror. The dead Rottweilers growl and rush toward me. So do the rest of the living dead around me...