The night was dark, howls cried from the outer corners of the city district. The streets swarmed with rotten figures who once knew themselves to be of the same kin as Ella. But no more. It was dark, the shadow of the church walls. The shadows stealthily crept around her, laughing and sneering with great joy as they knew that those who were living had died but still walked this forsaken earth. Watching her every move and hoping to drag her into oblivion. Between two chairs she stood, ever still daring to move. Ella could feel the sweat fall down her face as she knew that the man she once knew as a Vicar roamed this church ever hungry, his growls were loud and echoing through the church as he walked slowly, his body rotten to the core and his arms flopped. A chunk of flesh torn off from his side, a mouth agape and drooling down onto the red carpet. With only a ceremonial dagger in her hand, Ella shook in fear. Waiting for the creature to pass her. This had broken out all over the city. Nobody knew why but there were few survivors. For it had seemed the church was right. Today was the day that hell did fill up and that hell walked the earth. There wasn't a chance that Ella would be able to survive on her own. Slowly and quietly on her knees, Ella made her way out from the rows of chairs and hid herself behind a pillar. Although the Vicar hadn't noticed her yet. The girl would not be able to stay there for long. For eventually something would find her. Then she would be dead. Quietly she made her way up the stairs. Much to her relief it seemed empty. She could rest here for a little while. But sooner or later she would need food. There she was, eighteen years old and in a Zombie Apocalypse. Great, what am I going to do? she thought to herself.