Rebecca's perspective
I'm walking down the road only about three zombies nothing to worry about. It's the big groups you have to worry about. They will corner you and eat you. Letting you die I slow and painful death. The only weapon I have is the katana sword my brother gave me before dying. I miss him a lot but you have to let things go or you will never survive the zombie apocalypse. As I'm thinking to myself I hear zombie noises. Not just three or four zombies but fifty or seventy zombies. I run and hide under a old car. I cut the gas line to see if there is any gas in the tank. "Fuck" I say when nothing falls. Must have been drained when everyone fled. Just then I hear all the zombies coming passing the car. It's not like in the movies where they say 'brains' it's just constant groaning. After I think all of them passed I try to get out from under the car. "Fuck!?!"
