The lone man

A man sprints towards the city, away from the two pairs. A lone live one will be easier to hunt, so you head after in. By the time you leave the highway and reach the city street, you've already forgotten about the four other runners. Behind you, you can still hear the screams of the girl on the R.V, but you ignore them. You are laser-focused on this man.

Your target falls face to face with another zombie, a buff grey-skinned man, and you watch as the living man swings a baseball bat at your fellow undead's head. The zombie falls into a pile of garbage bags, allowing your prey to continue forward. The interaction slowed him a little, and allowed you to get a better look at him.

The living man is tall, and quite fit. He has wide shoulders and strong arms, suggesting that he was probably doing some demanding physical work before the apocalypse. The grey hairs in his brown beard would suggest that he is older than you by at least a decade or two.

You skate by the grey-skinned zombie, who's rubbing his temple and groaning in his bed of refuse. Serves him right for trying to steal _your _prey.

You keep chase, following the man as he dives through the busted door of a clothing store. You hear ruffling, moans and the whack of his bat as he fights off the few zombies that were on his way. Without losing a beat, you jump in, pass by the defeated zombies, and follow the trail through the back door of the shop.

As you erupt into the alleyway, you hear a distinctively annoyed voice. "Shit!"

The man is looking back, flabbergasted that you followed him all this way. You two stare at one another for a moment, and then he quickly peaks around for a new strategy. His eyes glance upwards, as he no doubt realize that a missing arms and a pair of roller skates will disadvantage you on a vertical chase.

There is a fire escape nearby, a metallic staircase hanging off the side of a four-story residential building. The ladder at the bottom of it is not lowered, and so the only way to reach it would be by jumping towards it from the top of a dumpster. At least, that is what the man figures, for he rushes to climb on top of the nearby dumpster.

You skate towards him, ready to pounce. But you are one second too late.

He jumps up just as your hand lands where his foot had been, and his hands catch the bottom rung of the metallic ladder. He looks down at you and lets out a relaxed chuckle. His face drops when he hear the groan and click above.

With the sudden pull of his weight, the mechanism opens, letting the lower half of the ladder glides several feet down, bringing the man closer to the ground. He lets out a relieved exhale when he realizes that he has successfully managed to hold on. He sounds a lot less relieved when you bite into his ankle.