#3

Kylie looked over at Oskar with a confused expression? She was about to call back when suddenly a colossal weight crashed down on her. The sheer weight of the zombie that had crept up on her was enough to knock her off her feet. The zombie was large, maybe a bodybuilder when he was alive. But Kylie had no time to think about when he was alive, because in several seconds if she didn't do anything she would be dead. 

She immediately began to struggle, using all of her terrified and terrified energy to try and push the zombie off of her. She had both of her hands on his shoulders, using all of her strength to push him off. The smell of his rotting flesh was enough to make Kylie ill, but she wasn't quite ready to die. Minutes ago she was wondering if dying would be better then living, but right now getting her face chewed off didn't sound like it was worth it. 

With a final shove and a grunt, Kylie pushed the zombie off of her, frantically backing away on her hands and back as the zombie began to get his bearings and began to crawl after her. Kylie gave a few desperate kicks to the zombie's face as she struggled to get her machete out of it's sling. And with only seconds before she was overpowered, the machete came free, the force of her yanking it out of it's holder caused her to embed it right between it's eyes. 

The zombie soon stilled and Kylie was silent. Her breathing was horribly erratic as she hyperventilated. Her panic attack only continued as she removed the machete from the walker's head, only to drive it back in. She continued to do this several times, tears streaming down her face as she did so. She splashed the brains of the walker all around her, silently thankful that the med kit was safe in her backpack.