Mark ran through the streets frantically, glancing behind him as he ran. He didn't know why all of this was happening or how it was possible. The people chasing him definitely weren't people, and they didn't seem to be alive. But that wasn't possible; zombies weren't a thing. But who was he to argue? He was the one being chased by them after all. The only question was, how was he going to escape? Yet as Mark ran down the street, lost in his thoughts, he failed to realize he had absentmindedly turned a corner into an alley and was running towards a wall.
"Ow!" yelled Mark as he slammed into the wall and fell on his back. He sat up, rubbing his nose, and began thinking about his next move. Then he remembered. He hadn't ditched the zombies. Mark spun around to see a large horde of zombies walk right past the alley he was in.
"Whew!" sighed Mark. "Thank goodness they're stupid!" Yet as he began to relax, he heard a sound. It sounded like groaning. And it was only getting closer. Then, to Mark's horror, a single zombie walked up to the alley, turned a corner, and started walking towards him.
"Aw, crap..." sighed Mark, the idea of getting off scot-free slipping from reality into fantasy. Marl looked around, trying to find anything he could use as a weapon. All he found was a rusty pipe. Picking it up, he got ready to let out a brutal swing, hoping to knock it down just long enough to get a head start on it. But to his surprise, when the zombie got close enough, his swing absolutely demolished its entire head! Surprised by how weak the zombies were, he began to think.
"Wait, they're rotting corpses, duh; of course they're easy to kill!" exclaimed Mark a teensy bit too loud. However, Mark didn't have time to dwell on this new discovery, as it appeared his yelling had attracted more zombies. Mark ran over to the edge of the alley as quietly as he could and looked right, then left. On his left side...zombies. On his right...zombies. Straight ahead, off into the horizon, and the desert...no zombies. With zombies closing in on each side, Mark realized he had only one real option, so he began to run. Fast. Mark ran so fast he thought his lungs might explode. And he thought for a second that they almost actually did. After running for a while, he looked back and saw that the zombies were way back at the town, approaching him slowly, most of them not even following. But just when he thought he was safe, he looked off in the opposite direction of the town, and what he saw made him rethink all his decisions.
"Man, just when I thought I caught a break!" complained Mark, as he stared off at the biggest horde of zombies he had ever seen. Well, he hadn't exactly had much experience in seeing zombies, but still, this was a big group. And as Mark turned to his other side, he realized just how much trouble he had gotten himself into. He was surrounded by zombies on every side, each group in large quantities. And worst of all, there was only one gap in the circle, and it was closing fast. Mark, realizing what was happening, began to run like he had never run before. However, his earlier run had taken a toll on Mark, so he was slightly slower, a difference he would pay the price for. As Mark neared the exit of this entrapment, he began to realize the zombies weren't just approaching him. They were also coincidentally closing the gap more and more. Soon he would be completely surrounded by zombies, with nowhere to go. As he ran, he began to realize he was tiring faster and faster and wouldn't make it to the exit in time.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" yelled Mark as he began to push it into high gear, running as fast as humanly possible for someone in his condition. It was life or death now, and it seemed like Mark would get the latter. As Mark finally reached the end of this large cage of death, for a second, he thought he might make it. That is, if you don't count the zombie right next to him reaching for his arm. And if the universe could make jokes, Mark's would be a comedy, because that single zombie actually caught his arm. And dragged him down. As Mark was covered in zombies, he screamed, but no air came out. The infection had reached his lungs. And soon, it would reach his head. As Mark's conscience died, he wondered what would happen to zombie him.
"Maybe it'll eat a whole lot of people," and, "Or it'll just get its head blown off in the first encounter it has with a person.", were the thoughts that flooded Mark's mind as he began to fade to black...