I felt fear. I had never felt anything more at that moment, but that horrible, gut-wrenching feeling. My guns were god-knows-where and I had no protection. I closed my eyes and breathed, forcing the horror down my throat.
My pistols. I reached at my sides and found them both where they needed to be. A path was made in the crowd and I climbed back onto the hill and saw a zombie there. He wasn't completely lifeless.
"H-hi..." IT SPOKE. I held on tight to my weapons.
"What are you?"
"I'm still a zombie, but not completely."
"Oh hell no. I'm not dealing with this 'warm bodies' shit. This isn't personal, strictly biz, ya dig?" I raised my gun and aimed for his head. He was dead before he rolled down into the crowed of the undead. I was left trapped on the Island of the Zombies.