I was in the middle of a horde of zombies, in the basement of a factory. I was on a metal grate landing, had run out of ammo and was using my knife to keep the monsters back. Just as I cleared those immediately around me, I felt something grab my left ankle and I tripped back, dropping my knife. Now sitting, I looked down and saw a half-body zombie trying to reach me with his free hand to get a bite. "Oh no you don't!" I said as I kicked it in the head and scooted back at the same time. But the body was too light to be enough counter weight to knock the hand off. I screamed and tried harder. I saw some of its buddies come up the stairs to my right, attracted by my scream. I cursed. Great! I looked for my knife. Where was it? I was now frantic. I was about to become one of these things. Then I saw my knife down some stairs right behind me. My morale boosted, I turned myself so my belly was face down and started crawling. If I died, I died fighting. The zombies were getting closer. The one on my ankle was dead, I had kicked it enough times, but it still held on like a vice. I was just inches from my knife when I heard a thwup right behind me, followed by me sliding forward down the stairs and over my knife. I looked back, and the hand was still on my ankle but disconnected from its body. I saw the zombies that were chasing me drop like flies. Thwup, drop, thwup, drop. Someone was shooting them...with arrows. I sighed gratefully. Thank you, whoev-ow! I felt a stinging pain come from my stomach. I didn't see the knife anymore. Where...oh no. I lifted myself and saw it lodged in my stomach. I was losing a lot of blood. Please, whoever you are, please help me. I swore I heard a pair of boots approaching as I blacked out.