"Shit..I hope this is enough.." You grumbled as you inserted a new tank into your flamethrower. It was your last one and you had to be certain you made good use of it.
But with the horde of zombies slowly crowding around you...you just hoped to whatever god was out there that it would be enough. Your safe haven wasn't too far away, although the problem was that some of these bastards ran pretty damn fast.
You've seen quite a few running around like chickens with their heads cut off-
That's exactly what they were.
Even if they couldn't bite you, their chipped, bloody, and gritty nails could still leave marks in your skin and give you other nasty infections.
As if you weren't worried enough about the zombie virus...
It amazed you how, so far, you managed to survive and take down waves of zombies considering you were a lone wolf. All of your friends either went their separate ways, turned, or put bullets through their skulls the moment they were bitten.