Run for it.

'Run Sam run.' The beautiful woman though, as she start high tailing it down the stair well, making a clatter as she went. Whatever was above growled, then gave in to a fit of coughs. Hitting the ground, she bolted toward the mouth of the alley, just as a figure dropped before her.

Before her eyes could adjust to what she was seeing, the desecrated flesh, the long thick tongue hanging abnormally out of its jaw, her gun came up. One. Two. Three. The gun roared, like thunder, the head of the creature, exploding into gore, the color lost in the dim lighting.

As the zombie fell back to the ground, three holes in the face, and nothing left of the back of its head, she stared in horror. A sudden pop came from the body, and smoked issued forth from the cropse, causing her to cough. Stumbling out toward the mouth of the alley she realized it was the first time she had ever fired on a live target. Scratch that. A moving target. Catching her breath, she stared to her left where city lights beckoned.

She had to escape. But to where? And how? Should she head for the streets, where cars, would be plentiful, and light would be available? Or stick to these shadows alleys, as she moved away from the prison that had once contained her?