The alley smelled like decay, a mixture of rotting garbage and the musty, wet scent of decay that hung in the air. Zara's breath came in ragged gasps as she pressed a hand against her chest to calm her thudding heart.
more of those things were coming? she thought, why cant i catch a break?
She glanced at the man, who stood a few feet away, eyes trained on the place the footsteps were coming from.
"Stay behind me," he says, his voice a steely command as he raises his rifle.
But she doesn't listen, grabbing her own weapon—a battered bat with cracks running down its length—and readying herself with a determined look. For some reason, she felt the need to prove that she could hold her onw in front of him.
They reached the corner just as the first zombie appeared. It staggered toward them, its limbs twitching erratically, but its eyes locked on Zara instantly. As expected, it was faster than the typical undead.
