Snippet #1350726

"D-darn it!" gasped Owen, stumbling backwards. His breathing quickened as he looked across the sea of walking corpses; each one was nothing more than a pile of flesh hanging off of bones. With a blink, he took a step back. "I...won't survive if I run into that pack..." He hung his head and whimpered slightly. He wasn't ready to die yet, but the thought of leaving so many zombies alive killed him.
"Oh well," he grunted, heaving his baseball bat up. "I'm helpless here." He smiled sadly and swung the bat over his shoulder, feeling a tad more relaxed. Here goes nothing, he thought. I'll outrun them. And that’s what he did, but not without getting his backpack yanked off. So now, he was without food, supplies, or a map. Onto the next town...