Silence radiated in the tall stringy grass around me. My short legs had gone rigid a long time ago, and I would've loved nothing more than to stretch and break the hard stiffness of my body, but I dasn't dare. I kept my cheek firmly pressed into the jagged end of my rifle. I knew it would come soon. Despite the dryness of my eyes I never looked away from the thin pane glass in the scope of my gun until the moment it burst through the bushes.
"HUNGER!" A thick gurgled voice broke the statue like atmosphere. The second after the huge discolored hulk of a man burst through the brush a hole opened in his bulky frame. His relentless charge didn't waver in the slightest despite the bullet breaking the skin preluding to his heart. I threw myself in a scamper to get away but his muscular arm found my throat. His thick meaty fingers gripped my throat with such unholy strength that I choked on my own spit. My vision was fading into a blurred sheet of darkness, but I could still make out th