With a glance to your right, you realized you could use the alleyways to stay way from the bulk of the horde. They were ravenously falling on the people in the street, and, with any luck, that would keep them distracted long enough for you to put a bit of distance between you and them.
With your pistol held in a white-knuckled fist, you turned and ducked into the alleyway, moving quickly away from the view of the street, dodging piles of debris and trash as you went. Behind you, you could hear the continued screams of people and groans of zombies mixing into an endless cacophony of horrific noise. Fifty feet down, the alley bent turned left, then met another alleyway. As you hit the T-intersection, a blood-curdling scream erupted to your left, and you immediately looked towards it.
A man was laying on the ground with a zombie's jaw clenched around his forearm and another descending toward his neck. A third one noticed you, a keening wail escaping its' throat as it started moving towards you, its' unblinking eyes seeming to glow an eerie red.
You clamped down on the bile rising in your throat, as you debated trying to help the man, or just flee for your life.
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