A Familiar Face

Remember when the world was perfect and the dead hadn't risen up for revenge, the time when we all went to school and played at the park? There were no worries in the world. That's different now. I glance behind me and the numbers are adding up second by second. My jog slowly changes into a sprint. I turn around once more and i count two dozen walking corpses. Vines hitting me in my face forcing me to run with my eyes closed. I must admit wasn't one of my best decisions. I used my ears and guessed directions. The vines faded right as a ran into a human silhouette. I fell on my face and the figure grabbed my legs and prevented me of getting back up.