It was May 11, 2013. The smell of mud hung in the cool air. I looked down at my white overalls and brushed a piece of dirt off the biohazard logo. My friends shifted from side to side, adjusting their face masks and goggles.
Beside us, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles discussed tactics, a group of robots jostled to the front of the group, and the Speedo Cops limbered up. Some things you just can’t unsee.
A screech pierced the air. All heads turned. The zombies were coming. Soaked in blood with flesh hanging from its face, it lumbered towards us. A second zombie, clutching a megaphone, approached. It gurgled and crackled. Then the sound became clear.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. A shrill sound erupted and we were off. The bloody zombie snarled and snapped as it charged towards us. I skipped around its lunge and launched myself across the muddy trench. Scrambling up the other side, I glanced back as it turned its attention to the other runners. Continue reading “Run for your Freak’n Life”