"She... She.... She's dead! Why did she shoot her?"
"Get in! We're leaving this crazy bitch."
"Lee, she's gone. You heard Ben, you can't help her. Get in or do I have to drag you!"
"That wasn't actual dialogue...and I'll kick your ass if you touch me."
She woke as if coming out of a deep sleep to find herself face down in the dirt.
Almost immediately she felt a painful burning sensation in her left cheek and eye. Her head started to throb as she tried to move her limbs.
Shit. I feel like crap. What happened?
Slowly she pushed herself up and that's when she noticed something else was wrong. She couldn't see out of her left eye. It was night but the moon and stars were out and giving off enough light to see out of her right eye but something was wrong with her left, which I need to stress by repeating.
Fighting down her panic, she reached up and touched the left side of her face. When she pulled her hand back she found it to be covered in blood. Almost shaking in fear now after just calming down from a panic, she looked around to find herself on the side of a long stretch of a road, lined with trees on either side.
How did I get here? I really don't remember shit, apparently. What's my name? How many men have I slept with?
Then she heard them, the slow shuffling of feet through piles of fallen leaves and the bone chilling constant low moaning. Like right out of a foreboding bad dream, three walkers emerged out from the shadows of the trees, holding hands, singing Justin Beiber songs, heading straight towards her.
Carley rose to her feet to flee but she almost blacked out from the effort. The sudden movement caused new pain to surged through her head, making it feel like it was about to split open. There's no medical explanation for that but it sounds really, really bad!
The walkers closed in on their new prey. They will be her boyfriend.
No, get up and move!
Through sheer will and much fear, not just a little fear, like some people, for her life, Carley started to run, even though she couldn't stand up seconds ago, as best as she could but her aching head made it almost impossible and for some reason that I, the writer, don't even know about her body had so little strength to give. At most, all she could manage was a fast walk down the road that I said she was just running down at the beginning of this paragraph. Carley fumbled inside her coat for her gun because apparently she can't feel a big ass gun in her small vest but came up empty. The situation was growing from bad to worse.
I'm injured, most likely seriously, no weapon and being chased by walkers. I thought I'd take time to think about the obvious. And am I talking or thinking? Am I crazy? I'm being chased by walkers and I'm a crazy. Which one will do me in first?
Looking behind, one of the three walkers was actually gaining on her. Carley tried to move faster but every step felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to her already throbbing head. That would be a funny that's what she said joke, she thought.
The fast walker behind her sounded so close now that she didn't dare look back because that's how they always die in horror movies. Exhaustion was overtaking her and Carley started to cry from her good eye. Maybe it would be better to stop running and let it end now than drag this scene out needlessly.
Then there was a light from behind and the sound of an engine. A vehicle was approaching and it filled Carley with unexpected hope to keep moving. The vehicle was loud as it sped up and swerved around them to pass on her left. Carley looked and her jaw dropped. It was a humvee! Jaws dropping at the sight of a humvee would make a nice sex joke, she thought, but yeah.... An honestly to goodness US military humvee. Gee whiz!