On My Terms
John grunted as he stumbled out of the treeline into the familiar clearing, he listened back hearing the snarls approach from behind. He grimaced holding his torn wrist close to his body, he limped across the grass fresh blood dotting the ground. He looked at the red barn ahead sighing in relief, he charged forward. John’s head whipped around back at the trees seeing the zombies stumble out reaching for him, despite the distance he put between them.