Wait and watch

She wasn't trained for this. She wasn't military, she wasn't some sort of zombie slayer. This was absurd. Go up, go down. To many choices, to many wrong answers. She held her place, kept her gun steady, watched, and listened, waiting for some sign of who was above her.

Suddenly something strong and thick wrapped around her lithe waist. She hit it with the hilt of her pistol, in a vein effort to get it off, as it lifted her into the air.

Whatever had her was slowly crushing her, as it dragged her up off the fire escape toward the landing above her. The pain was intense, and unlike anything she had ever felt before.

The figure loomed above her, its jaw distended, and its tongue hanging down behind her. She didn’t even have time to consider the horror of the fact, that it was its tongue that was crushing the life from her body.

With uncanny effort she lifted her pistol in both hands, and squeezed round after round into its upper chest. The first bullet caused the tongue to squeeze harder, the second to loosen On the third shot, their was a pop, like a balloon, and smoke spilled everywhere. The tongue dropped her and she fell toward the ground.

Dropping the gun in panic, her arms flung out and caught the railing, she had been next to when the beast had snatched her. The impact jarred her ribs painfully, but she clung for dear life.

With a groan she pulled her self over, and flopped onto the hard metal, her breath ragged, and pained. That wasn’t a normal zombie. That just wasn't fair. Fuck.

She couldn’t stay there forever. She had to make a choice. Get her gun, and go. But where? Risk the open streets, or brave the dark alleys? More then that, she hurt really bad, and some medical supplies would be nice.