Manhole

Amber was surrounded. There was no way out, so escape was not an option, neither was fighting her way out. She was all out of ideas.

Helpless, she accepted her fate. Amber had seen what happened to people the zombies got there hands on, something she would not wish on anyone. And most certainly not what she thought would happen to her.

'Goddammit Amber!' She shouted in her head, holding it with both hands. 'How did you let this happen?'

Amber stomped both feet in frustration. Angry at herself for getting into this mess.

As she lashed out, Amber heard the sound of metal clanging under her feet. Suprised, She stomped again. To make sure she was not just hearing things.

The metal clanged again, just as it had before. Amber rushed to her feet, her tired limbs struggling to lift her own weight, and began to look around.

Under where her feet had just been, Amber found to her delight an old rusted manhole cover.

'Yes! Thank God!' Cried Amber.

She now attempted to lift the manhole cover. Gripping the rusted edges, she lifted it. A struggle for Amber, whose arms still ached from her escape from the Zombies.

As she attempted to lift the manhole cover, the zombies continued to try and get at Amber. The fence strained under their weight as they tried to **** their way through. Amber knew they would break through soon.