10
Fight or flight.
A concept that, until now, has never raised its ugly head. Even back at school I managed to avoid any real confrontation. But this, this is a completely different level of fight or flight. This one has teeth, riddled with disease, an uncontrollable violence seeping from its pores, a raging hunger for human flesh—and, of course, this one is as dead as a doornail!
Quickly scanning for all my possible exits, I feel my body return to life from its frozen state. I see a rusty gate, which leads down onto Richmond.
Suddenly I burst into a sprint, kamikazing down through the overgrown graveyard, around the four Necs. Can’t look back. Have to ignore the strained screams I can hear behind me. Getting closer. And closer. I focus on the gate, blocking out the thudding of footst
