ZombMe

Introduction

Hallowe'en is my favourite time of the year. Well it pretty much has to be really, with me being dead. Yes, you read that right, dead. Killed to be precise, in a fight. 

One minute I was enjoying a quiet drink in the local pub the next, I was surrounded by four angry looking guys.

"You're in our seat, pal." Growled the biggest, ugliest guy., I stared into my pint.

"Tough luck." I replied, still staring at the amber liquid. "You will have to sit somewhere else."

"We want to sit here!" Hissed a guy who looked like a hobbit. 

"Tough shit." I replied flatly. The men moved in closer and a couple cracked their knuckles  and flexed their muscles, menacingly. 

"Move!" Growled the biggest guy again, his face was mere inches from my own. His breath smelled like lager and tobacco.

"Make me!" I said through clenched teeth, looking him dead in his watery blue eyes. They flashed angrily then I was hauled to my feet. The next thing I knew, we were in the car park, it was raining and I was facing a line of angry men. 

"You should have just moved." Sighed one of the men before his face twisted into a mask of angry lines and he swung a giant fist at my face. I tried to dodge it but moved a little too late and his fist smashed into the side of my head, causing me to go dizzy for a few seconds.

This spurred me into fight mode. Time to take the fuckers down! I launched myself at the nearest guy and sent him crashing to the ground. I landed heavily on top of him. I grabbed his head and slammed it against the concrete. He was out cold.

I scrambled to my feet and swung around to face the rest of the group. Two of them were closing in on me but the biggest guy just stood back, watching and smiling. As I was staring at him, someone came up behind me and grabbed me around the throat. I drove an elbow back, hard into his stomach. He gasped and loosened his grip on me. I slid from his grasp and whirled around to face him. I slammed a fist into his stomach and he bent over double, breathless. I brought my foot up and with all the strength I could muster and kicked him hard in the face. His head snapped back violently and his nose erupted in a crimson volcano. He fell backwards, knocked out.

The third guy came running at me, but I was ready and when he was close enough, I headbutted him full force and he dropped into an untidy heap on the floor, I wasn't sure whether he was dead or not.

The biggest guy was now striding quickly towards me and before I could react he grabbed my throat and applied slight pressure. He forced me to the floor and pulled something out of his pocket. It glinted in the moonlight and I realized what it is. A knife! Before I could register what was happening, the blade was plunged into my chest. As I struggled to breathe, he pulled out the knife and stabbed me again and again and again. The world began to turn black at the edges and when the pain became unbearable, I took my final, painful breath and died. So there I was, dead, in a car park, in the pouring rain, in a rapidly growing pool of my blood.