The zombie's head twitched and slowly, it turned its head towards them. The glow in its eyes intensified and its movements gradually grew faster until it was right at her side.
The woman lifted her head, fear painted in her eyes. Her body shivered as she looked up and her eyes matched theirs, imagining her death at its hands. Weak sobs escaped her mouth as she gradually folded into a ball. Whispers of prayers seeped out from her ball, asking for help, for a light of the savior. "Save me…"
One step at a time, the zombie footsteps reached her side. She could feel her heartbeat nearly escaping her chest, pounding with every breath. As its foot was in front of her, her breathing hitched and she stopped her breath, for hope the zombie wouldn't recognize her without her breathing.