A legend in Hell.

Prologue

I quickly left the building holding the guitar on my hand. The sun is on its highest peak in the sky, it was a bright day so I have to squint from the light. Not knowing where to go, I simply walked towards the middle of the road. It is foolish of me to expose myself in such open area but I can't help it. I begun to feel my heart pumping wild.

Sweat poured out from me due to the heat, I could see a horde of the infected no less than fifteen in the distance. I walked towards the nearest vehicle I could climb, a red jeepney parked a few meters from me. I checked the hunting knife if it is still inside my bag, I took it out and the edge gleamed in the sunlight. I positioned myself on the edge of the roof of the vehicle, the bag a few inches from me and wore the cowboy hat I took from the department store.

I played the piece I was practicing for days, I grinned while I was playing 'Radioactive' from my favorite band the Imagine Dragons. I hope they are still alive and are planning to write another song about this mess.

The horde heard me and walked towards where I am. I can now hear their growling, gurgling and grunting. The hair on my skin stood When would I hear them speak a word anyway? Maybe they could tag along if they knew the song. I'm sure anyone would recognize it. The wind stirred and I could smell their sickly smell.

I was finishing the song when the first one grab my foot and I have to kick him in the face. They are now starting to climb the jeepney, slowly they crowd around me. I slowly put the guitar and stood up. I counted them, I was already finishing counting them up when an infected girl wearing a  bloodstained dress grab me and I lost where I was counting. I kicked her in the stomach and she fell below. I held the knife in my left hand while I counted them again.

Four infected managed to climb on top of the roof. I sighed. "How could I possibly count you all while you keep bugging me!" I screamed at them. I pushed the four below topping their 'friends'. I coughed, it is starting to really smell bad and I couldn't take it anymore. I started stabbing their heads while they uselessly tried to grab me. I started at the rear of the jeepney where they are most crammed, an old guy with a missing jaw managed to climb and grab me and pinned me on the roof. I started to laugh. "How are you supposed to bite me?" Normally, a person would have ran and cried for help. They would shout on top of their lungs until someone would help. Well, I am normal.

I screamed, "HELP! ANYONE PLEASE! I'M TRAPPED! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"