The Bag

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?'

It wouldn't be long until the fence couldn't hold them back any longer. Bending under the weight of the sea zombies that surrounded her, soon to break through and flood her enclosure. She hoped it be quick.

As she waited for the inevitable, something came to her.

'The bag! The bag you idiot!' She said aloud to herself. As she fled, Amber had managed to retrieve her bag pack. In which was something that could allow her to escape with her life.

She reached over to it, having dropped it without thinking after she closed the gate, and began to rummage inside of it. Looking for the thing that would save her.

'Where is it!? Where the fuck is it!?' She said, **** to find it.

After a panicked search, Amber finally found what she had been looking for. At first glance, it was simply a pack of smoke grenades. Something that wouldn't be useful to Amber in her present situation.

But, they were not smoke grenades, as she knew. Instead they were an experimental weapon, developed by Dr Milton whom had been part of their group before the attack. They had intended to test them the following day, but now, they were her only hope of survival.

'Ok, come on. Please work.' Amber said, sincerely hoping they would.

She pulled the pins out of all of them, and lobbed them towards the zombies. Who had nearly broken through the fence by now.

The grenades began to release as red smoke, that rose up and towards the zombies. Aided by a timely gust of wind. After a few moments they had begun to breathe it in, and, to Ambers delight, it worked.

The zombies slowly began to calm down, ceasing their attempts at breaking through till they eventually came to a stand still. After a few moments all of them had been affected, and stood docile behind the fence, still watching her intently.

'Yes! Thank God, It worked! Thank you Milton!' She shouted out, relieved that it had worked.

Amber had not known Milton all that well, but had seen him checking her out a few times out of the corner of her eye. If she ever saw him again, she would be sure to show him her gratitude.