I ducked as I tried desperately to hide behind a wooden crate.

'I was scared. Very, very scared...'

I looked at the slippery earth I was standing on it; it was black and grey, my favorite colors. But suddenly, it was not as simple as it seems. The colors, they are simple, but the world I am in is not.

'I think I'm thinking wrong.' 'Or am I?'

'Ok, ok, let's start from the beginning...'

'Let me tell you how it feels when you get hooked on an amazing area of interest, it might be anything really; a book, or perhaps a movie? It feels wonderful, like you want to find out more and more about it, like to get to the core of the subject... Yes, whenever I would find a great topic in Physics or gardening or even symmetry; I try to map out every detail; I wouldn't get tired of it.'

'That's how it feels—

I ran and hit an iron rod across a crawling zombie's head, stomping over it multiple times and then running again; I was exhausted and tired. This looked so easy in the video games; but now my legs strained, they hurt, they twitched as pain burned my muscles. It was so interesting back then... I was not able to focus on the details, I felt lost.

'Wonderful it was...'

' Beautiful.—

The rain fell on my face and now, it didn't feel anything more than a faint numbness; my skin has gone cold, it was ugly. It was like dipping your head in a bucket of cold water for two minutes, during winters; I felt breathless and numb yet wide awake—

'Now imagine your simple steps getting wrong. You know that you've been through it many times, poked and prodded every possibility, found out that it works. It feels good.'

'But when it's wrong; it's confusing.'

I looked as the character in front attack the zombies in different ways; it was not in patterns. It was based on instincts. It was real. It was confusing. I planed how I would proceed but nothing was going as planned.

'Here's how it works; you get one interest, you try to figure it out, you then figure out the simplest roots, the roots may be characters, the story, the songs or simply the fact that your sister or your best friend are really crazy about it. Then you plan how and what you will do.'

'Do this and do that, done? Do again, in another way.'

'And soon you move to a new point of interest.'

The sickening voice of zombies caught my attention; I hid. I did what kept me alive; hide. When I heard a lone zombie coming close to my hiding spot, I made sure that it was no more. I couldn't imagine how the characters were doing it...I didn't care much until and unless I was alive.

'Well, that's how I process.'

'But, I've been thinking lately, that I might be wrong... That, not everything is constant—

"Now, stay dead!" I heard Tank roar as he clobbered a zombie with his bare hands; I stayed close to the group. Wherever they went, the density of masses of undead brain was decreasing in amount and the probability of my survival increasing.

'Now, when Lily said about getting stuck in a video game, I said "Sure, why not?"'

'I said so because she appeared to be satisfied whenever I argued less and again I did not feel like explaining something to her that she would soon forget about in seconds.'

'B-but, it wasn't supposed to be true!'

I stood silently and checked for any zombies nearby; none.

Good thing that one character was nearby; I ran and hid behind a barricade, taking down two zombies from behind. I looked at my jacket which now a glistened brown due to sizzling rain drops that effortless crashed on it, my black shirt was now drenched in water, my black pair of jeans now shining with mud on the knees and the ends, my converses were soaked in mud but the white part showed it's scratched faces as water washed and splashed on it as I slid into a puddle. Both of my hands working and aching at the same time; right hand removing away zombies while running, left hand throwing the blade at a lone zombie.

It was time consuming and scary as hell. My hair was an annoyance; it was a mess.

I was a mess. I felt like crying but it would be useless.

'This is not supposed to be real...'

'It's n-not working out the way I thought it to be!'

"Everyone, fall back!" "I said, FALL BACK!" I heard Tank snarl as one giant robot started to cover its path; we were on its way. I figured we were still near the excavation site—

'Wha—?!' The demonic announcer screamed in delight as I heard the distinct noise of flames and felt a chill run down my spine; my hiding spots were gone. They were all filled with unblinking yellow orbs. I wondered where they came from...

'NoNONONO!'

I ran and worked on staying between the group; I ran in places where there were less zombies, stayed away from heated areas, occasionally I ran passed a lone zombies ; mud and water dripped as I ran. I considered tha—"FU—

As one of them tried to scratch me I staggered away and fell on a barb-wired fencing; I was horrified, I ran—"AAURGH!" The burning sensation was cruel and blindly...

...something slashed and the objects fell from my hands as a blinding pain ripped in my left arm. It was throbbing, it was piercing; I watched in horror as one of the barb bore burrowed deep in my arm and as I lost control and fell—

I wailed as loudly as I could, the barb dug deep, tugged—

"SHI—

—and came out.

'...' I tightened my jaws.

I did not dare look at it.

I couldn't.

As I sat frozen and panicked, I whimpered as numerous zombies dragged themselves toward me. I looked at my wound, quickly, flinching and covering it with the back of my right hand; deep, maroon liquid seeped out of fingers as I pressed it harder. I bit my bottom lip to stop a cry. Tears flowed freely and I tried to stand—

I fell.

'Why?!' And this is how you feel when –

I whimpered as I peeped at my right hand; I could not make it out anymore... It was a mixture of deep black; mud. The rain fell and did very little to wash it off. My eyes felt blurry a-and dizzy...

'W-why am I like this?'

'Why?'

"So odd..." I felt someone pull me up quickly, more like jerking... I-I was...

Was... 'I can't feel my left hand....' I started sobbing uncontrollably.

On someone's back...?

"O-ouch..." I sobbed.

'Tw-two? Yes, two figures running ahead of us, one had a stick? a-and... another stick?' I heard really an-angry voice yelling behind—

I whimpered as I coughed.

I wept, trying to suppress my voice...The zombies, they would—

'oh I don't give a shit anym-more...'I sobbed as I realized that my left hand was getting disturbingly cold and sticky.

I heard cursing in words I don't understand...

'I-it's s-so confusing...'