"Nick!" Ally shouted at his arm was trampled on.  He got up, clutching both the leg and his injured arm.  "Hey, it doesn't look to bad," Ally said, trying to be optimistic.  Then again she wasn't the one dealing with a footprint on her forearm.

The pushing and shoving seemed to ease and the noise seemed to be more in the front than at their current position.  "Shoot, we're in the back," Ally muttered, though Nick already seemed to have noticed that.  Ally looked around again, not really wanting to look to her back anymore.   She didn't want to see zombies, she wasn't sure she could keep her cool if she did.  That was when she noticed everyone was racing down a main street.  [i]Figures.[/i]

"Nick, let's cut down a side street."