Side-Of-Angels

Running. That was the only thought on her mind. She felt her feet slamming into the ground, her fists clenching her gun, the wind in her face, the adrenaline in her veins. She turned back to glance at them. Their bloodied hands and rotting flesh reached for her, closer and closer still. She saw a tree and took a hopeful jump for the lowest branch. She caught hold and hoisted herself up just as a walker took a bite. She kicked it in the face and scrambled higher. She examined her leg, but much to her relief, the only wounded part of her was the cuff of her jeans. She sat in the branch as the walkers moaned and snarled beneath the tree. She to