She slips away...

Capitalising on the situation she created for herself, at the cost of her remaining dignity, Annette slowly rose to her feet and crept backwards. Remembering that the creature couldn't hear or see her, she expedited her retreat by running through the alley. With any luck, the rotten scent of the zombie's cum would mask her own and it wouldn't come chasing after her.

Her theory seemed to be correct, but she realised that from the amount of bodies and how close the sounds of vicious fighting could be heard that she was in an extremely dangerous place, probably teeming with undead. Through the alleyway she could see lots of bodies of both the village men and zombies alike. In normal circumstances she would perform funeral rights for the poor souls, but that would have to wait until she knew the area was safe. Doors of houses along each side were left half-open as Annette could only pray that as many families as possible escaped.

While she was stepping between bodies in an attempt to reach the end of the alley, she heard things falling over in the house on her right. Instinctively, knowing that there's zero chance that she could outrun anything in such a congested path, she took her chances by slipping into the house on her left and pressed her back against the door, closing it just in time to hear the zombie stumble outside...

Once she heard the mindless snarling fade into the distance, she slowly opened the door again which creaked agonisingly long enough for the colour to leave her face as she peeked her head through the gap to see if the wandering undead heard her. Fortunately it didn't as she saw it shambling away.

Unfortunately, something else did...

An unexpected hand reached out from behind her and pulled Annette's steadying arm backwards, causing her to stumble back in horror onto the hardwood floor. Dazed, she tried to focus her vision on the dark figure standing before her, blocking out most of the light from the windows...