In a narrow alleyway, a terrified young man was desperately running forward.
A few zombies closely followed, their frenzied red eyes locked onto this prey, while nonsensical roars kept escaping their mouths.
"I don't want to die! I really don't want to die!"
The young man wore dirty clothes, his hair disheveled and sticking to his face, a look of despair and terror etched into his features.
He kept overturning the electric bikes parked there, but such actions had no effect in hindering the zombies.
The bloody bag he clenched tightly in his hand was thrown behind him, spilling dry rations through its seams, only to be crushed into crumbs by a zombie's foot.
"Help! Someone help me! I don't want to be eaten, I really don't..."
Tears streamed down the young man's face, and just then, his foot suddenly buckled, sending him sprawling heavily onto the ground.
Yet he couldn't worry about the pain, scrambling and rolling furiously in his attempt to stand.
"Ahhh!"
