(Want to know how it came to this, read part one and two here) A mountain top at night, it’s cold and it’s pitch black but I am woken by the sound of movement. The smell of death hangs heavy in the cold night air. A light moves through the trees about four hundred yards from my position, someone is approaching on the mountain road they must know I’m here they would have seen my abandoned bike. I watch as the torch light draws closer then it vanishes from sight. A moan from off to my right, the light reappears much closer now I hear some muffled conversation, two maybe three voices French I think, I don’t understand what they are saying but it sounds urgent. A strangled screech, a sound I know only too well, the strangers have alerted an un-dead. More frantic conversation, much louder this time, a shot-gun goes off. The sound seems to ring throughout the silence of the wood, more screeches. The sound of running and limping feet seems to surround me, I had no idea there were so many so close that explains the smell. Staying low, holding my breath and praying that one of the creatures doesn’t trip over me as it hurries toward the sound that alerted them. More shots ring out, a rifle is added to the sound of the 12-gauge. The Frenchmen are well armed, but it’s dark and they are scared, fear is making them trigger happy.
The first scream is chilling, I may not understand the language but I understood that. The fear freezes me in place, I want to call out to them, tell them to run but I can’t. Another scream, close this time. I hear the kick start on my abandoned bike, a survivor trying to escape, he doesn’t know the bike’s tank is empty. Even if he fills it up it’s no good I salvaged some parts from the engine that I thought might come in useful possibly condemning a fellow survivor to death doesn’t feel great. Another shot sounds, then silence I crawl away from the sound and begin the descent down the mountain in the darkness, I’ll never know if the lone survivor escaped. I hope he did.
Emerging from the tree line on the edge of the mountain it’s much brighter now the clouds have cleared and the moon is illuminating everything in a spooky colourless way. I see what appears to be a power station pylons leading off toward a distant city it looks fairly well fortified and could be a good place to set up camp, having hardly slept properly for days the idea of a safe place to rest is appealing. Creeping through the front gates and over towards one of the buildings in the yard I spot a door slightly ajar as I move closer I realise a large hunk of metal blocks any possible entrance to the side however is a ladder. I climb to the rooftop noticing for the first time a tower atop the building but I still cannot find a way inside. I look around the roof top flicking my torch on in short bursts, knowing that using it up here would telegraph my position for miles. I sidle over to the edge of the roof where I thought the ladder was, as I step over the edge I loose my footing and fall.
I regain conciousness flick on my torch to look around, a Zombie is shambling toward me I try to stand but a shooting pain forces me back to the ground, I’m sure my leg is broken I try to stagger away but another Zed approaches from my side. Dazed and confused I have no chance I am quickly surrounded.
They ate me alive….. again.