Old rough draft: Zara’s Hunt (Written for a friend)

In the beginning, no one really took much notice. All the stories were covered by bullshit sources. All the youtube videos were tagged as being staged or edited. No one saw it coming. Years have passed since that ignorant time, all that supposed intelligent media was for shit. It wasn't until hordes of the fuckers seeped in from every directions. Every major city torn down and razed. The fighting was endless in the twilight hours of the infection. Everyone was so stupid, trying everything they've seen in movies, but everything they thought would work, didn't.

They never stop, never give up. Even limbs would scratch and wriggle their way to spread the disease. Nothing stopped it. All we could do was run and hide, but I'm tired of running. I'm tired of falling asleep in abandoned cars. I'm gonna fight, and I'm gonna fucking win.

My name is Zara, and I'm done running.  

Night creeps from the horizon, swallowing the still world in its ruin. The birds fall silent and the wind dies. Distant moans become audible. Crix, my faithful half wolf companion, perks his ears up and places his paw on my knee.

"I know Crix, we'll get 'em. We'll get 'em all tonight." Zara says, ruffling his ears as I stood up. Looks like it's gonna be a long and good night, Zara ponders. Let's hope we can get their pack leader.

Many people don't realize these creepers have a pack leader, who they follow for some reason, take out the leader, and they disperse. Makes them easier to take them all out. The more there are, the harder it is to find their leader. It's like some weird psychological mechanism, bringing them together and following a leader.

The half moon shines bright over the dark woods, creating crawling silhouettes along the ground, stretching far the hordes of the creepers. Crix anxiously waits in the rotting hole of a felled tree, ready to lead the horde in the right direction. Zara waits patiently on the far side of a pitfall, 20 feet in diameter and nine feet deep. It took 9 straight days of work to create this trap. Nine long and hard days. Let's get this right Crix! Zara makes a quick flash with her digital watch and Crix springs in front of the group, barking and gaining the horde's full attention. Crix runs quickly from side to side, constricting the horde into a tighter bunch. Zara lets out a loud whistle, informing Crix to lead them in her direction.