A/n: well I make a first chapter an yeah it's kinda dull ehhee anyway enjoy it.ehhebe.. <-----------------------------(((((((((((((( ))))))))))---------------------------------------------->
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The city was a wreck. Buildings leaned like old men, and the streets were cracked and filled with weeds. Cars were rusting away, their windows smashed. The air smelled of smoke and something worse, something rotten.
Puddles from a recent rain dotted the broken streets. The sky was a sickly grey, and the only sounds were the distant calls of crows and the soft, eerie groan of the wind through the empty city.
Then, footsteps. Sloppy, wet footsteps. The sound of something heavy dragging across the ground. The undead were coming. Their low growls echoed through the deserted alleys, sending shivers down my spine.
I turned and ran. I am one of the few survivors of this mess. I've been alone for weeks, maybe months-it's hard to keep track of time when every day is a fight to stay alive.
"Come on, legs, don't fail me now!" I muttered to myself as I sprinted down the street. My shoes splashed through the puddles, and I could hear the undead getting closer.
Ahead, I saw a narrow alley. Without thinking, I dashed into it, hoping it would be a shortcut to safety. But the alley was a dead end, blocked by a tall fence. I could hear the growls behind me, getting louder, closer.
The growls behind me grew louder, echoing off the walls of the narrow alley. I cursed under my breath, quickly scanning my surroundings for any way out. The fence towered above me, its rusted metal promising no easy climb.
"Great job, Yvonne," I muttered sarcastically to myself, my heart pounding against my ribcage. "Just great."
I turned to face the approaching undead, my back against the fence. There were three of them, their faces twisted into grotesque masks of decay, arms outstretched towards me. The closest one reached out, its fingers clawing at the air.
"Okay, fine," I said aloud, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound defiant. "Let's dance, you rotting freaks."
I ducked under the first swipe of the nearest zombie, my movements quick and precise. Years of surviving in this hellhole had honed my reflexes, turning me into a skilled fighter despite my initial reluctance.
Using the alley's narrow confines to my advantage, I dodged and weaved between the undead, delivering swift kicks and punches where I could. One stumbled back, its skull colliding with the brick wall with a sickening crack. Another fell to the ground, its legs tangled in the debris littering the alley floor.
But there was no time to celebrate small victories. The third zombie lunged at me, its foul breath making me gag. I sidestepped its attack and drove a piece of broken pipe through its skull, ending its tortured existence with a final, wet gurgle.
Breathing heavily, I leaned against the fence, the adrenaline slowly seeping out of my body. The alley was silent once more, except for the distant cawing of crows. I wiped sweat from my brow, my hand coming away sticky with blood and grime.
"Damn it," I muttered, surveying the damage to my clothes and the wounds on my arms. "Could this day get any worse?"
As if on cue, thunder rumbled overhead, and fat raindrops began to fall from the sky, mixing with the blood and filth on the ground. I sighed, knowing I had to find shelter soon before the storm worsened.
Turning away from the defeated undead, I searched for another way out of the alley. A glint of metal caught my eye-a small gap at the base of the fence, just wide enough for me to squeeze through.
"Looks like luck's on my side after all," I said with a wry smile, crawling through the gap and into the next street over.
But as I emerged into the open, I knew this was only the beginning. The city was vast, and danger lurked around every corner. I tightened my grip on the makeshift weapon I had taken from the last zombie, steeling myself for whatever came next.
"My name is Yvonne," I whispered to the empty streets, the words a mantra of survival. "And I'm not going down without a fight."
