Before Takara could reach the tree line, the ground itself seemed to grip his legs, ensnaring him in a goopy tar, slowing down his running. The zombies that he had seen were indeed not many, but suddenly, they seemed to come from everywhere, crying out with haunting moans as they smelled the scent of fresh blood.
They stood in front of Takara, behind him and to his sides. He was surrounded and they came at him all at once, gripping him, clawing at him and bringing him down to the ground. More and more zombies seemed to flock to them, starving and wanting food.
The picture of Takara's little sisters fell out of his pocket.
The last thing Takara sees is the picture of them, splatters of his own blood flicking against their faces as he is ripped apart in a gruesome death by zombies.
Thu Sep 01, 2022 2:53 am by 
