The foul word dragged itself past Isaac’s lips desperately and escaped into the dead world, fleeing from him in all directions, in search of any ears willing to listen.
To anyone witnessing, the incident would be over in a second, crack crunch then splat, but each moment was stretched and slowed down for Isaac - frame per second experience.
Strands of saliva were streaking from his mouth now, abandoning ship as it sailed toward a jagged cove, seemingly floating on the cruel wind. The descent was almost at its eerie end, the lines between the streets paving were becoming sharper and darker still.
Even his flailing arms and squirming legs, previously life long friends and trusted companions, were scouring for a way out, attempting to pull away from his body, rip free and leave him to fall alone. Blood rushed through his body now, madly trying to finish its lap before being forced from its familiar home, and onto the cold stone slabs below.
Moments before death are hard to describe, but Isaac’s fancied it was something like being pulled into a black hole. A surge of irresistible force, that no matter how unnatural, feels welcoming and right.
So, in that moment he accepted his fate as it was now, he had no power over anything anymore, nothing was his to manipulate or change - everything was open to chance however. Only a few meters from the ground, inching closer with time, Isaac’s scream that was bellowed only a second earlier had caught the attention of a particularly muscular zombie.
Sprinting with ferocious and wild determination, it tumbled through the trash and various bodily masses, splashing blood and grime up its legs and splattering its torso with fresh colouring. It waited impatiently, like a child at the counter, moaning lightly and snapping its flesh filled teeth in anticipation.
Crack crunch then splat.
A soft and rasped sigh of both pain and relief poured over Isaac's body like a waterfall as he realised his life was intact, a really uncomfortable and bloody waterfall, with bits of flesh and bone in the water.
Sitting up, he grabbed his chest, just in case he had lost it mid fall, then checked the rest of his body for bruises or cuts. He seemed fine, as fine as people can be in the apocalypse. He leaned back and rested his head on the brick wall behind him, his hair tangling with the scratching edges.
A loud pang sounded above him, and his neck strained up to see it its source. A flash of metallic sharpness, then the whistling of impending doom, a handle followed by a wide blade richoceted off the opposite wall and zoomed into something with a slice of flesh.
Isaac almost screamed again, partly through stress and partly due to the shock of a flying cleaver of death jumping into his already bad day unannounced. It's blade had dug itself into the arse of the zombie, chopping its previously bun like cheek into two meat slabs.
Another breath of relief whispered through the narrow street, which for now seemed empty enough, and Isaac felt slightly safer knowing his trusty cleaver was back in his possession, but what about his -
- A second and high pitched pang sounded this time, and from much closer, bouncing of the fire escape just above him, its proximity wasn't reassuring,Isaac looked up, he saw the but of his pistol looming towards his face, and just like that, Isaac became the first person to fall three storeys, land on a zombie, avoid a flying cleaver, then have his nose broken by a gun.
Isaac muttered a stifled "fuck" just as cartlidge and pain connected, blood streamed from his nostrils and water ebbed at under his eyes, Isaac was alone with his pain, and all he could think was 'Oooooowwwwww!'.
At the end of the day, things could've gone much worse.
Fun is a bit of an exaggeration and nice is too kind a word for everyone here.