Snippet #2088849

I woke up in a daze. Gunshots could be heard outside, my pistol was in my hands before I'd fully awaken. I pulled myself from the bed, silently making my way to the window overlooking that park. There it was, a man, his wife, and his two children. He was making his way across that park, there was no time to lose. He would be overwhelmed in minutes. I started pulling my gear on, then rushed to the window. I linked my fingers together cracking them at the knuckles. Then reeled back releasing a kick that with impact, shattered the glass. The man had run out of ammo. This worked to my advantage. A great deal of the zombies turned at the sound of the glass breaking. I dropped my leg, checking my stance before leaping out the window. It was a sloped roof.

The minute my feet hit the roof I was sliding. There were a great deal of zombies already below grabbing up at me, but I caught myself, gaining some balance. My right foot slipped over and I felt fingers on the bottom of my shoes. I pulled it up with a great sigh of relief and pulled my Colt 1911 from it's holster. I brought it up aiming carefully, only two zombies were following lazily behind the couple and their children. I gently squeezed the trigger, letting out a deep breath. There was a loud pop and blood erupted from the head of the closest zombie.

The other turned at the noise and began lumbering back to the pack. The moans of the undead were harmonious beneath me. I smiled though, watching the family get to the tree line of the park. I hoped they would make it to that settlement. Now..How would I get out of this predicament.