Post-Apocalyptic Zombie StoryI could barely breathe. My legs ached, my head was pounding, and I could feel my throat burning with every breath I took. I'd been running for nearly an hour, and it felt like there was someone sitting on my chest. Checking over my shoulder for the thousandth time, I saw the sun hanging low in the sky. It would be dark soon, I needed to find somewhere safe.
My fleeing took me to downtown Singleton. Or, downtown what-was-once-Singleton. Paint had started to chip long ago. Fragments of glass from shattered windows lay on the sidewalk. Inside of the stores, shelves were tipped over from the hysterical public. Nearly any edible food had been expired for months, and weather had taken its toll on most places that could be used as shelter.
I had spent the last year and a half on my own. The hordes got to my family, and any of my friends that survived the initial attacks had fled. During the few trips I'd made into the city, I had never seen another living person. In the panic, everyone piled