Kenny had been running for some time now, exhaustion was setting in, and it didn’t matter where he turned there were more. All he could do was fend them off, and if he got the chance, smash their skulls when they fell.
He had countless close calls, and the only way he was still alive was by a gunshot being fired somewhere in the city. That had caught the attention of most of the walkers that were heading toward him. It was at this point that he managed to rest, to take a breather as it were in a shed in someone’s back garden.
Before long he had dozed off, only to be woken by another solitary gunshot going off, again somewhere in the city, but not as far away as before. Listening to the walkers shuffling by, he waited until it was relatively quiet before exiting the shed.
Sticking close to the wall he peaked around the corner in the direction the gunshot had come from. His heart sank as he saw the familiar blue hat amongst the walkers, something not quite right.
“Fuuck, not Clem too,” he mumbled, about ready to turn away before realising that the “walker” was walking in the opposite direction to the rest.
Kneeling down, so he was low, he cupped his hands to his face, and hissed as loud as he dared, “Clem? Is that you?”
He had his doubts, but here was to hoping.