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I clamber to my feet, blocking out the pain I begin to sprint. The sky is really getting dark, I can here the screams of the zombies...
They are getting closer...
Pete grabs my arm and pulls me up.
"We have to get out now!" He shouts while running.
A zombie jumps down from a tree behind us and lets out of call to the other zombies. Pete runs up to it and slams his foot upwards into the zombies chin, it falls back, its neck twisted and chin broken.
We both start running again, The trees are reducing, we are getting closer to the edge, but I fear the zombies will catch us before then. I turn my head and can see them running, getting closer and closer. I feel for the gun Pete gave me, but I can't find it! I must have dropped it when I tripped.
"Pete, I've lost my gun!"
"Take mine" Pete throws back his gun, I reach up and catch it by the tips of my fingers. Nearly letting it slip out of my grip I swing it to my chest so I don't drop it. Another zombie jumps beside me, I run around a tree to separate it from me, but it just follows me round, I hold the gun in my left hand, and shoot. The first shot misses and hits a tree trunk, I try again. This time it hits the zombie right in between its eyes, It falls and rolls a few times.
"Nice shot" Shouts Pete from over his neck, "It looks like we are out of the forest!"
He was right, We leave the forest and run up a small hill.
We are up high, in the distance the ocean glimmers as the sun rises from behind it. There is a field bellow us with a tall tree in the middle.
"We should take shelter up in that tree, we should be safe up there" Says Pete.
We run down and climb the tree, snapping branches as we go to prevent anything from following.
"We stay here for a few hours and then we go, We need to get out of this dead country as soon as possible.
