Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight. The dark halo of her hair was barely visible, even under the full moon. She shambled when she moved.
I stared at the girl, unable to think anything other than 'zombie', though I knew it wasn't possible. I stayed as still as possible, crouching under the crumbling stairs. I didn't want to spook her and I didn't think she had seen me, yet.
A low moan floated in the still night air. My heart raced and my mind cycled through all the zombie apocalypse movies I'd ever watched. Maybe...?
I shifted my weight. I had to. My knees were about to give out. Keeping still on bent knees for a long time wasn't in my skill set. But I moved too much and the girl heard.
She stopped moving.
I waited, breathing shallowly in my chest, hoping she'd keep going. I figured I could outrun her. But the stairs that kept me hidden would be an obstacle if I had to flee.
After several minutes, the girl continued her shuffle. It looked like she was moving toward the