Sleeping on top of someones shed, even if they may no longer have a use for it, wasn't exactly ideal. Waking up to a heard of zombies trying to get at you was even less so. It was only that she felt one of them try and grab her hair that she woke up at all. If she had remained asleep for much longer, she'd have been zombie show in no time.
She scrambled to her feet, stumbling slightly as she did so and teetering dangerously close to the edge of the shed. She stomped down on one of the zombie's hands which was trying to grab her ankle. The flesh flaked off, the bones crunched and the fingers splayed in awkward directions but still the hand kept trying to grab her. Belle had seen horrific things in the past week, but what she saw next terrified her more than anything. From where the hand had split open, from where it was bleeding blood that was much too dark and much too thick and much too fast to belong to anything alive, swarms of ants were crawling out. They crawled up the zombies arm and started eating into it's already disfigured face.
Her head spun once more and Belle felt her stomach heave and bent over, throwing up what little was left in her stomach. There wasn't much to come up and what did burnt her mouth and made her retch all over again.
She blinked, straightened up and looked back at the zombie's hand. The ants were gone, it's face was still disfigured but not in the way it was after the ants had eaten it. She was hallucinating again. Letting out a slight whine, Belle turned around and looked up at the house behind her. She could probably pull herself up on the gutter but she was so weak, she doubted her ability. Then one of the zombies fell over, another one stepped on top of it and reached for her. Its fingers barely grazed her leg before she was unsteadily pulling herself up.
On the roof, Belle could see for a long while in each direction and she glanced around, trying to figure out which was the best way to go. It seemed to her like there was only one direction that seemed not to promise death and, jumping down from the roof onto the roof of the conservatory and then onto the floor, Belle headed in that direction. She crept along at first, but when it seemed she was having luck, she sped up her pace a little and got rather far, into a back alley of shops, before she encountered any trouble.
The zombie was that of a woman, clearly a hairdresser at one time, if the black tunic and wispy purple hair was anything to go by. She sprung up at Belle from behind a skip and grabbed her shoulders. Belle screamed and felt herself being pulled downwards, felt the zombie's breath on her neck before she remembered the metal nail file she had in her pocket. She reached for it and awkwardly threw her hand backwards, hoping her aim was correct. The resistance from the zombies skin told her she was and blood spurted out onto Belle's hand and bare arm and she felt her stomach flip again but ignored it. The zombie screamed in pain and it's grip loosened enough that Belle could pull herself free and kick down the nearest door. She raced into the shop and slammed shut the door behind her. The zombie slammed into it and for several minutes, tried to break in before Belle heard it stumble away, clearly having given up. That was a little unusual, from what Belle had witnessed recently. She saw what looked like an ancient chest of drawers and pushed in in front of the door, barricading herself in.
Leaning against the door for a moment, taking off her hat and fanning herself with it for a moment, Belle tried to catch her breath. Then she took her hair down, shoved it back into a pony tail and pulled it through the back of her cap, replacing it on her head. It was then that she heard the growling.
Cautiously, taking her nail file out once again, Belle began to creep towards the door at the other end of the room. She pushed it open slightly to see a dog, growling at the door. Then the man opened it and in came a little girl. A dead little girl.
Belle closed her eyes as he killed her, knowing it was what he had to do while at the same time seeing her as just a little girl, not a killing machine.
When she opened her eyes, the man was once again looking out of the window but the dog seemed to have realized her presence. She gasped slightly as it crept towards her.
It was then, however, that her dehydration decided once and for all to get to her and, from all of the running and the stress of the attack, Belle fainted, her world turning black.