My new life as a zombie or is it a ghoul ditto

Part 2

I tried to escape but there is a reason this zombie is called the 'Runner'.

It is a zombie that moves faster and is stronger than an average zombie.

It easily caught up to me.

I panicked but then saw a car place and quickly ran in to it for cover.

It is a small space with a bunch of oils that should cover my scent.

I grab a jug of gasoline after checking if there was any zombies. I splashed the gasoline on my body and hide in a cabinet.

It was small but big enough to fit into.

The room is then swallowed by a dead silence.

But then it is interrupted by a small mew.

My body freezes as I peek through a hole in the cabinet to see a black starving kitten looking towards my cabinet.

I quickly swoop the kitten in my arms and run.

The runner has a sharp sense of smell and hearing so if I stayed any longer it would've found me thanks to this little guy.

I glance back to see the zombie crash through the building and hungrily wave it's long claws towards me.

I throw the kitten into my backpack and zip it at a speed I didn't even know I could go and threw him with the back pack into the back of a car.

I grabbed my bar with no chance of escape and smile as I turn towards the zombie towering towards me.

"Hey asshole I'm not planning on dying without a fight so I guess this is the end of the road for both of us."

I smile as I grab a grenade from my side and the bar and run towards the zombie.

It reaches its long claws towards me barely missing as I slide between it's long skinny legs.

I smash the bar against it's legs and with no broken bones or torn skin I knew this bar couldn't affect him.

I glared at the grenades and reluctantly grab one.

The zombie then quickly twisted it's body and reached out it's claws towards me.

I knew I was a goner and let the claws grab me.

'Man, this hurts like a bitch.'

The claws hurt against my skin.

I knew all my bones we're broken as I felt the zombie begin to eat me.

'Well, it bit me guess I'm a goner.'

I then pulled the trigger from the grenade with what strength I had left and shoved my arm inside of it's gaping mouth.

And then I watched as it tore my arm off and swallow the grenade.

'Try to eat that fucker.'

Then there was a huge explosion turning the zombie to bits.

I didn't look to good either but I grabbed a stick and began to limp towards that same car and grabbed the bag and headed into a building and locked it knowing more zombies we're closing.

I then slide down the door and closed my eyes dripping blood all over.

'So...tired....Im so tired.'