The boy gasped as he ran desperately. He couldn't let it catch him. He didn't want to also become one of those things. Why couldn't it just leave him alone!?
"Oof!" Oh no, the boy thought. He had to get up, get up now he chanted to himself as he willed his tired legs to move.
The 8 year old struggled against the fatigue that was setting in after days of no food and little sleep, he ignored the wave of nausea he felt as he realized what he had fallen on.
This is good, he thought. At least I'm close to home.
Panting as he once again started running, he never looked back at the remains of some poor, unknown soul behind that reeked with the scent of rot and death.