Alleyway

“I can’t believe we let that Tank split us up,” Zoey said as she walked slowly down an alley, her pistol out in front of her. She had spent hours searching the various apartments of Fairfield looking for her fellow survivors: Bill, Francis, and Louis. Zoey was wearing her usual outfit, that being a pair of dirtied denim jeans, a muddy pair of sneakers, and a pink hoodie with a white undershirt.

As she was walking down the alleyway, she heard the sound of metal hitting something, hard.

“What the hell?” She muttered as she turned her flashlight on and looked around the alley.