Andrea flicked the shovel in her hands, the zombie was getting closer, his speed rapidly increasing. He was crawling on all four.
Andrea smiled. Boldly. Foolhardily. One second. Another one. And—
Smack
With her shovel she had hit the zombie right at the head, knocking him out if not even killing him.
Blood splattered everywhere and all across the room, her clothes had now been soaked with the wine red, almost black liquid.
Confidently, Andrea confiscated the body on the ground. The zombie had carried no weapons, he had thought of using his bare hands and teeth to tear her body. Perhaps he would have even strangled her.
Andrea took a step back, careful not to touch the corpse. She had heard way too many rumours about these creatures. To her, it didn’t even matter whether those were true or not, she would not have ever wanted to touch a zombie’s unconscious corpse nevertheless. Also, she did not want the zombie to wake up and bite off pieces of her body. She had not planned to get killed today.
Just as she thought herself safe, she heard a deep growl behind her, followed by cranky footsteps and then the smell of rotten flesh hit her so hard she stumbled and fell.
Her fingers were only centimetres from the zombie’s corpse and as she had now figured, another one was right behind her. But she couldn’t leave the building. The only exits were the window straight ahead of her behind the body, and the door behind her which seemed to have been the other zombie’s entrance. Of course, she could just climb over the corpse, praying the zombie didn’t wake, but on the other hand she felt it was too much of a risk. Turning around , getting up and pulling out her shovel, getting in the right position and managing to sway the shovel with enough power to knock out zombie would take up too much time, however.
She screamed in agony as she realised she had waited too long. She had wasted her time and now sharp fangs were bursting inside of her, burning down her skin as they ripped out gross pieces of flesh as blood splattered from the wound.
With all the power she had left she arched her back up and threw the zombie off of her. She turned around and tried to grab her shovel, but it had hit the ground a metre from her. With all the shock and fear she’d been in she hadn’t even realised.
She balled her fists and hit the zombie right across the face. She scratched his eyes with her nails and the zombie screamed with anger, the groaning so loud Andrea felt as if the ground was shaking.
Suddenly, she heard something outside. It sounded like an angry swarm of bees was racing towards the building, but only a moment later, Andrea knew herself surrounded by at least a dozen other zombies. Each of them was blaring their teeth, they were crawling, stumbling, coming closer.
Andrea heard bones crack, a stinging pain, flesh was torn apart, clothes ripped and, ultimately, she heard a neck break.
It was her own.
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