I was in another city
somewhere, and all I could hear were screams as we ran. Several dozen of us, friends
, we all ran and tried not to be the next one who was taken down, who would come back bloodied
, trying to exact some sort of vengeance.
As we fled through the streets, they’d pop up at us from behind corners, cars, anywhere that was dark and we couldn’t see. Blood gurgled in their throats as they stumbled, calling out to us – fear
We ran inside a hotel, and took the elevator
to the top floor, planning to use the staircase
to find another exit. It didn’t work.
on the way down, someone else would be gone, someone else would be covered in blood, dead, but with enough life to hate us. I couldn’t hear what they were saying over the combined screams of the survivors
As we reached the bottom, and I ran out the door, something tackled
me, dragging me to the ground. I felt a thud on my chest as I was punched, and looked down to see myself covered in blood, and one of the zombies
grinning at me.
He pulled me close, showing me the sac of fake blood he was holding, and whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the game
. Your codeword
I blinked, and looked around, non-believing, and saw my closest and dearest friends, all faux
, give me knowing smiles
I think I screamed.