I hopped back on my bike, and headed home.
I have to hide out in the woods behind my house, I know my own backyard better than those damn zombies.
I was barely twenty feet away from the store when I heard a big explosion in the distance.
Damn! They are that fast! They already made it to Camp Fretered! Looks like the boys from the national guard got the zombies good. Or maybe the zombies got them… Either way, I don’t want to stick around and find out!
I sped my bike home. I didn’t even stop at my house to see if my parents got home yet.
They probably already know about the zombies.
I just sped past my house onto the bumpy grass slope leading to my woods.
I skipped to a halt and went into the main entrance. I ran into a clearing at the bottom of a hill.
No, not here.
I found a remote clearing deeper into the woods that was well hidden.
I have to get deeper into the woods to make camp.
I ran into the darkness, not daring to turn on a flashlight.
I can’t be seen.