Stay in the RV You can’t risk running to another vehicle. It’s much safer to just stay in the RV and get out of the area. "Ready when you are!" you shout to the driver. The RV rumbles a bit and then lurches forward. Your feet are barely inside. You hold on tightly to a single rail just inside the RV’s open door. In your other hand you hold the hatchet. Your body sways back and forth outside the RV, completely exposed to the elements (zombies). The speed the RV is traveling gives you enough momentum that you barely need to swing the hatchet at any zombies that come close. One reaches out for you, but with a quick little flick the hatchet glides through the zombie’s arm like butter. By the time the zombie recovers the RV is far out of reach. Believe it or not, you are still anxious to get inside the RV. "Can we seriously not make any more room?" you shout inside. "We’re trying John!" Owen responds, "Just give us a few more seconds and we’ll be able to close the door!" That’s when the RV takes a sharp right turn to avoid a small pack of zombies. The force of the turn actually sends you deeper into the RV, but a sharp left turn to compensate sends your body flying out the door. "John!" Owen shouts, reaching out to you. Luckily, your hand is still holding the rail, but your body is being dragged by an RV now going upwards thirty miles per hour. Your legs feel like they are on fire as the road quickly tears through your jeans. Owen, needing to hold onto the rail himself, lends a free hand to help you back inside. You drop the hatchet and reach out for him, but a zombie collides with your body right before he can grab you. The impact knocks you loose from the RV, spinning you to the ground. You and the zombie flop around in a tangled mess before you finally slide to a stop. UUUUHHHNNNN You try to move, but broken bones refuse to let you. Pain radiates throughout your body. Terribly, the zombie does not seem hindered by its own fractured body. Lying on your side, you can only hope that someone else will rescue you from the zombie about to bite into your flesh. Other vehicles fly by, but none stop. A gurgling hiss escapes the zombie’s mouth as it sinks its teeth into your stomach. With all your strength, you can only manage a small squirm before you begin to black out. Your head gets fuzzy and the pain fades away. An iciness spreads through your body and the world goes black. You have died. |
