Back and forth I stalked the roofs edge, but for the life of me, or death of me, which ever suites me best who knew? I could see how she had managed to climb down. I screamed at her to run, to get out of there, but there was nowhere for her to run. Frustration must have gotten the better of me, as I watched the closest of the Zee's move in for the kill. Leaning further over the edge, looking down for a drain pipe or something, I slipped. I remember wind rushing past, and felt the strike as I took a glancing blow of a window sill as I fell, but I don't remember the collision with the ground, I don't remember landing, I don't remember surviving the fall.

However, I do remember waking; I lay awkwardly atop a small pile of dead, discarded bodies of my former towns folk. Lifting a hand with several missing finger from off of my face, I sat up, shook my head and wretched. I wasn't sure if it was from the sick horror I was atop, or from the realization of my fall, I guess it didn't matter. I jumped up and began to run, to run hard towards the horde of Zee's that had about reached Miss Athletic. What the hell was I doing, had I gone mad, this was the action of a crazy idiot; it was also the action of the soon to be dead, very, very soon! I reached the first Zee, a tallish man wearing a long white (Dirty and blood smeared) coat, I guessed a Doctor or surgeon. Gripping his shoulder, I pulled him back with such force he flew to the ground behind me. Next was a brunette, a young woman, what remained of her dress hung from her waste, her breasts out for all to see, but no one wished, I certainly didn't, the missing right nipple replaced by a black blood crater repulsed me. I had seen many deeply disturbing things in such a short time since I had woken, but this was the simplest, yet the worst by far.

I had no time to contemplate the horror of it any further, and I didn't wish too. I grabbed a hand full of her dark brown hair and wrenched her from her feet. She was so light, so petite, I was surprised of how fast and ferocious she turned on me. Spinning around screaming, in the blink of an eye she had her legs wrapped around me, her fingers digging into my face and her open mouth about to clamp down on my already injured neck. Letting go of her hair I quickly took hold of her head and thrust if back. I hadn't realized that as I thrust my right thumb had sunk down to deep depths of her empty eye socket. If I had chance I would have screamed in disgust as I threw her back, but I was too busy fighting my way through the ever increasing crowd of Zee's.

One after another, I pulled and shoved them to the side, clawing my way through. The crowd was tightly packed together, and as I gained ground I stumbled upon a group of child sized Zee's. One was just an old man on his knees. Where his legs had once been there was only bloody trousers, but a couple were actually children as young as three. I couldn't bring myself to look closer, nor think about them, I just trampled over them as did the rest of the struggling crowd. All of a sudden I was through, almost falling over with my sudden release, only the clawing hands behind me preventing me from going down. Batting the Zee's off of me I ran forward into the final couple of meters of empty passage way. She was gone! Searching and looking back at the aimlessly fighting crowd, I could see no body, no remains, and no fresh blood on the floor. Hell and damn nation, where had she gotten to. As I spun round and around wondering why I had not been attacked further, why the Zee's had no more interest in me, I heard a sharp clang and loud clatter close to the ground, she had gone underground, but how?

Then I saw it, under a dead 'Dead' Zee, there was a man hole, its cover discarded to the side. I stuck my head down through the hole, into utter darkness. I could not see a thing, but I could hear the echoes of slapping water as Miss Athletic ran through the sewer river, her heavy breathing reverberated all around. I pushed the body out of my way, and slipping as I rushed to get through the hole, went head first down in to the underworld. Landing heavily in the sewerage, I gulped in a mouthful of foul water as I was submerged. My thoughts now solely on the escaping woman, I spat out the fetid water, I jumped to my feet and ran in the direction of her echoes. I shouted as loud as I could for her to wait up, to help, just to stop. My shouts echoed from off the walls of my tired mind.

"FOR GOODNESS SAKE, PLEASE STOP!"

Did she stop, did she hell as like. So off I went after her again, this time blindly, I just followed the noise of her passage. There was no longer fresh sewage coursing through the tunnels, so the foul water I was splashing through was extremely cold. If I survived this day I would be surprised if I hadn't acquired the flu or something even worse still. My bare feet, cut to ribbons, now running through raw sewage was bound to make me ill, but I couldn't worry about that now, I was probably going to die before I could get ill. The cold water splashed up my bare legs, soaked my hospital gown and worked its way into the many scratches on my arms and back. With my arms out in front I made my way through the dark. The sound of dripping water was everywhere, I hadn't heard it before, and then I realized I could no longer hear the woman's progress. Her splashing had ceased. I guessed that I must have been rounding a bend, because my eyes that I did not know whether they were open or closed found a gleam of light high up ahead. As I approached the sewer moon I could see a steel ladder ascend up the disc of light. This was yet another of Miss Athletics escape routes, god damn she was good. As I reached my arms up through the man hole and levered myself up and out, I was blinded again, this time though I soon regained my sight as my eyes adjusted to day light.

Again I stood, spinning around looking up and down the road, looking door to door of shop fronts, side streets or for any cars being disturbed as she tried to start one, but there was nothing. I look every which way for her were about, clues to which direction she had fled, but there were none, not this time. I only wanted to talk to her; I couldn't understand why she didn't wait for me? I really couldn't. Damn! Now what, where should I go? I was all but naked, injured, soaked to the skin with sewage, and above all, confused. I just stood there pacing around, back and forth, stepping on the fallen dead from one side of the deserted street to the other. I knew I should find somewhere safe to lay low, one of the apartments above a shop would do fine, but I just paced, slowly about, wandering as a lost child. The shock of what had befallen me as I woke must have over whelmed me, frozen me in the face of adversity, I had rested my hope in that fleeing woman, and she would have been my rescuer, my sanity. Now I was alone, alone in a town that for all I knew was populated by tens of thousands of Zee's. There was no one left alive but me and Miss Athletic, this sucked big time! I must have wandered around hopelessly for hours, the midday sun had passed over head and was now heading for the roof tops opposite, to soon disappear over the horizon, to be relieved by the darkling sky.

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