He soon discovered that the rod was further away just few centimeters that his hands could barely reach it. The zombie was already closing in on the space between it and his neck. He extending his hands, in a desperate bid to reach the rod while using his other hands to hold off the zombie. His left hands were already aching from holding the zombie off and his right hands were apparently not going to reach the rod.
Something shook the train a little and the rod slide right into his hands. He immediately picked, using a military maneuver, he overturned the zombie giving him enough time to use the rod and hit it severally on its head before it died. He took a deep breath, sighed, the wiped away the grey blood of the zombie that splattered over his face. Standing up, he paused to look out for any zombies, he knew he didn’t have it in him to fight off any more those creatures at this point. The train was relatively quiet now, just the sound of its engine and emergency alarm cold be heard. Everyone in the train was dead. The sight t of it was horrifying. He needed help. So he made his way to emergency telephone on the wall of the train and dialed the emergency numbers. It wasn’t connecting. He dialed it again but it still wasn’t connecting. He traced the cord of the telephone and soon discovered it was ripped off from the router on the wall. Help wasn’t coming anytime soon. He realized at this point that he was on his own…
He prudently made his way off the train, avoiding anything that will make any creaking sound. On his way put he grabbed a navigation map from the trains emergency cockpit. He felt a little relief leaving the train. The safety camp which he was destined for was some hundred kilometers away from where he was as determined by the map. While studying the map he heard noises made by zombies and he quickly ducked behind a tree to seen by them. He studied his environment for a while. He was in a thick forest covered by tree leaves canopies blocking the sun rays from reaching the ground. The ground was muddy from rain which had been drizzling. It mad his boots stick to the ground while he walked. The smell of the thick forest was sure doing a nice job in masking his smell from the zombies.
He knew he had to get back to the road if he wanted to stand any chance of coming out of this place alive. He waited for the night sky to swallow up the day light before making his way towards the road. The night came like a thief to steal visibility away, but thankfully the moon’s light rays were bright enough to illuminate his path. He did a quick scan of the environment before he made his way towards the road. Dead bodies laid on the floor like leaves during summer. He carefully walked his way to the road. And began walking along the road.
Several cars passed at intervals and he tried waving on them to stop but none did. He thought to himself, who in their right mind would stop for a total stranger in this chaotic times. He didn’t blame them. He looked like a total messed with zombie blood splattered over his clothes.
He finally accepted his fate, he had to walk to the safety zone by foot. While walking for about forty five minutes, he began to feel his body get heavy. He could no longer lift his legs, like they weighed over a ton. His eyes were shutting off.
‘no no no… not in the middle of nowhere, what’s happening to me’, he murmured to himself, while trying to regain balance and control of his failing body.
‘Your body needs to be recharged’, X, the voice in his head said to him.
‘Recharged? How… ‘ but before he could get an answer, he passed out.
