Streets

Run. Don't think. Don?t stop. Don?t look back. That?s what her father would say. Course he was preparing her for muggers, hoodlums and rapists, not zombies. Still, it sounded good.

Samantha began moving down the metallic stairwell, toward the alley below. As she hit the next landing, she heard a cough from above her. Whipping her gun skyward, she stared at the metal landing above her, unable to see who had coughed.

Did they know she was here? Were they watching her? Or was it another survivor trying to escape this madness, just like her?