I have become the Running Man

[Chocolate_Fantasy 1]

Night. Nothing can be seen. I am running down an asphalt road, only able to follow it by listening to the sound of my own footsteps. I hear zombies behind me. Dozens of them. I'm going to die. I've been running for 10 minutes. I'm about to give up. Down by the coast, just behind me, a flare goes off, like a spark, igniting my will to go on. I swiftly turn around in a wide arc, avoiding the zombie horde chasing me. I see a man picking up the flare. He runs away from me out of chance, not noticing me in the dark. I follow. Soon he stops, hearing the distant rumbling of the horde of zombies not far off. He looks in my direction. I can almost taste the terror he must feel, having an onslaught of zombies, at least 30 strong, rushing at him like a locomotive. He turns around and runs, only to be met by a fence. He is in too much of a panic to climb over it, and clumsily walks into it. I catch up to him, climb over the fence, and leave the zombie horde and the poor man behind. I keep running, only glancing back when I'm far away. This is what I see. Not long after, the man dies by the hands of my horde.

I have become the Running Man.

[ragingloon 3]

Such a great story! Did you wait until the zeds dispersed and loot your zombie bait?

[Chocolate_Fantasy 1]

Such a great story! Did you wait until the zeds dispersed and loot your zombie bait?

Thanks

They didn't disperse, just stood still for a long while afterwards. I gave up and ran off to gather a new horde. Edited January 24, 2014 by Chocolate_Fantasy

[Stinglock 1]

Great story and you provided a pic too!

I hope to see many more stories like this from you, I was thoroughly entertained.