Missing (a zombie Story. Sjw Please Read And Comment!!) The yellow police tape stretched across the crashed car. I shuddered. The police were rummaging around in the car for anything to his any clues why the car swerved. The Paramedics were examining a body. I carried walking. I turned around the corner when suddenly I felt what was like two ice cold hands clasp around me. I let out a scream before running. I didn't turn around till I was completely sure that I was safe. It was what looked like an injured man. He was covered in cuts and was groaning. Almost like a...."Zombie." I muttered. I screamed again, but the zombie was getting closer now. My throat clenched up and I was sweating uncontrollably. Or was it tears? A mix of the two I think. Suddenly a hooded young man with tawny hair and dark eyes lunged forward, hitting the zombie on the head with a hammer and crushing it's skull. "You're Dawn right?" He asked. I nodded slowly, tears welled up in my eyes. He grabbed my wrist and took me to a best up old Ford. "Get in." He yelled, motioning to the car, as he quickly shot one of the zombies that were coming our way. I nodded and got in the car. I sat, petrified as I watched this brave saviour risk his #life for mine. I found a small gun under the seat. Loaded. I rolled down the window and helped him shoot some if the zombies. He nodded to me and jumped in the car. He sped off. "So Dawn, it's nice to meet you. The name's Jace. Jace Lions." He have me a pearly white smile.