Jim woke up and saw the zombies coming. It was a horde of zombies coming through the woods. There must have been hundreds of them charging as fast as their legs would go. Blood dripped out their jaws, fresh from a kill. Bullet holes, sharp sticks, even CD’s, stuck out of their flesh and a stench of death hovered with them. They wanted brains and they where willing to kill for it. As Jim got up the zombies let out a howl that would send a chill down even a powerful man spine. But not Jim. Despite the horrible features, the powerful jaws, and the horrible fleshy rot they had a weakness. Jim got up and began to walk away at a pace as slow as he could go without actually stopping while the zombies attempted to follow at the same slow, meandering pace you see in all the zombie movies.

They never stood a chance of catching him.