I didn't even think about it, I just ran.
But it ran to. And fuck me was it fast. It's gnarled and snarled and ran and ran, and I couldn't get away from it. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, I kept on; but it got me, the little bastard got me. The claws dug into my back and it pulled me down to the ground. My head was throbbing - as I'd hit it on the bloody curb on the way down - and my back was burning from the sting. I felt the breath of it against my face, and it smelt like shit; ignoring the constant throbbing, I finally opened my eyes, and it's locked with mine.
It had its claws dug into my shoulder, it's knee in my stomach. I was stuck. I wriggled and wriggled but I couldn't get free, it had me, it fucking had me. I gave up wriggling, and I swear it smiled, it SMILED. I closed my eyes and said my final words "Love you Mum, Fuck you God" and I was ready to die.
"What... What happened?" I was on the floor still, but it wasn't on me, it wasn't on me. I couldn't open my eyes, they stung, I couldn't move, my back and head were throbbing and I felt like shit. I waited a couple of seconds until I opened my eyes in agony, and I took in my surroundings. The bleak sky and the darkness around me caused something of a somber mood. On the floor beside me was the thing, the zombie. The thing that should of killed me. I moved away from it, edging towards the deep darkness that surrounded me, but it looked dead. So I went forwards, towards the motionless body, fear glistening in my eyes, and I think, I think it's dead. I sit there, looking into the distance, my hope of seeing somebody, anybody fading away. Surely somebody had killed that thing, because I didn't. But nobody, nothing. Just a straight road, leading to nothing. I sat there, sobbing me eyes out, losing hope by the second. 'There is nobody left' I thought to myself, so I laid down, and waited for God to take me hostage.
"Maybe a thank you for saving your ass might be nice."