Deadies: Run for Your Life by Krystell Lake

DEADIES: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE
     
    By Krystell Lake
     
    Kindle Edition
     
     
    Published by Krystell Lake
    Copyright © 2012 by Krystell Lake
    Cover Image by Fotolia
     
     
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    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
     
    Dedications
    This novel is dedicated to Brooklyn Baye and Braven Trae.
     
     
    Acknowledgments
    I would like to give a special thanks to all those readers who purchased my previous works.
     
     
    CHAPTER 1
     
    Running, running and running, running. Running, running and running, running. Faster, faster, run faster. Move, move. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Run, run, run. Run for your life. I don’t want to die. Not today, not this way.
    My feet hit the pavement. Left right, left, right. Don’t stop running. I keep telling myself, don’t stop running. The aroma of death is chasing me, clogging my sense of smell. Rotting flesh has become a common pungent fragrance. My sweat has masked the soapy scent that once permeated my skin. I shouldn’t have taken a shower. It was dumb. It was stupid. It was careless. Now I’m going to die, a sweaty, clean dead body. Why me? Why now? I survived this long only to die running a marathon. No! No! No! I refuse to die this way, at the hands of the undead. If I leave this earth I want it to be by my own hands, on my own terms. I run and think of suicide, a word that never entered my thoughts before this day. I would slit my wrists, but I would be afraid the smell of my blood may bring the deadies to me. They may gnaw at me before I can take my last breath. Blowing my brains out would be the best way to die but I don’t have a gun. At this point it doesn’t matter. I will die right here on interstate fifty-five. There will be no one to mourn me. There are barely any real live people left, only a world full of deadies.
    I don’t know how this started. I don’t know what we did to deserve this. If this is the end of the world, why did it have to happen this way? I would rather the earth just exploded, imploded or a good old fashioned biblical flood. The movies have turned into reality and I am running from deadies, zombies, the undead, whatever they have been dubbed. I run and I run and my life is at stake. My life, a gift I refuse to give away easily. There are at least fifteen dead monsters running behind me, just waiting for me to stumble, misstep or trip over my untied shoelaces. I cannot give up. I’ll just run and run until I cannot run anymore. I wish I would have gone to the gym or ran on a treadmill just once in my life. I ran track in high school. That was five years ago.
    I have to think positive. I can outrun these undead assholes. Just block out the smell of decay and the incoherent moaning trailing behind me. I need a plan. I’m going to run off the highway at the next exit. That’s only half a mile by what the sign reads. A half a mile, I can make it. Just run, run. Run like the wind. I will not give up. I will run until I burst through the soles of these Nike’s and my feet blister and bleed. I will not be eaten alive. To hell with that. I will not die on this highway, in this scorching heat, in this nasty humidity, in a lavender bath towel and sneakers. I never got a chance to get married. I never got a chance to be a mom. Yes that may be true but I did travel the world.