My mind focused on the disturbing sound. he knew what it meant, and he knew what he had to do. he had to confront this enemy of mankind. he had to fight it, not for someone else, but instead for my own survival. This moment changed him. My mentality shifted from being a scared, wandering individual to someone who would determine his own future. It was at this moment he made a conscious choice to confront my fears. His ears led him to the heart-wrenching scene. The smell of iron floated in the air around the location. There was no question: he would have to fight. The sound of feet marching behind he egged he forward toward my future, whether good or bad. he snuck forward until the infected entered my vision. He was half hidden behind an abandoned car feasting on his catch. he rushed forward, planting my foot on the side of his head. My kick knocked his head onto the concrete ground causing black blood to ooze outward. The infected lifted his head back upward and sounded a roar towards my location. Sweat rolled down my forehead thinking about the approaching horde. They had certainly heard the roar and would be approaching in an even greater frenzy. My thoughts turned back to the present for he had a larger problem at hand. The zombie stumbled upward as it rushed toward him. It's vicious face covered in black blood. The zombie's wrists were colored a bright red up to the wrist from dismembering the human body. he swung my fist quickly, connecting with the zombie's forehead. My hand radiated pain as he had punched solid bone but he continued to hit and punch, finally alternating to kicking. Under my adrenaline induced hysteria, he did not realize the zombie had long since been dead until the pounding of metal brought him back to reality, only then did he realize that my foot had completely destroyed the zombies head. It resembled a watermelon that had fallen and burst open upon the ground. My stomach reeled at the image causing acid to burn the back of my throat. he quickly scampered away from the site towards what he hoped would be a better future or at least a safe place he could spend the night at. he reached the end of the car tunnel after dodging abandoned cars and lone zombies scattered about. They were eager for raw food, but he was just as eager to stay alive. The fresh, clean air and the bright sunlight relieved some tension that he had held inside. he had escaped, at least temporarily, from death. Another moment of reprieve, a period of rest in which to determine my next step forward.
