Submit To The Zombies

You sigh and realise you're not the fighting type. You were too scared to, terrified by their gruesome appearance. As they got closer and closer to you, you tried to back away, hitting your head against the glass wall. With your shield you try to break through the glass, but it refuses to break, each hit recoiling and making you flinch, your wrist taking most of it.

As your wrist began to hurt from your attempt of escaping, you let out a depressed sigh. The feeling of dread began to set in and you watched the repugnant creatures get closer and closer, there empty eyes resting on you.

Fuck, you think, I guess this is truly it.

They approach you and you throw your shield on the floor, holding your hands up. You close your eyes and wait as the foul smell of decay got closer and closer.

GAME OVER: Eaten by Zombies!