Pain, pain was all Maze could feel. The blood from her head streamed down her face to her chin, and she watched as it dripped down to the ground. It was a mystery to her how she made it out alive. The flashes of a zombie throwing her against a tree and scratching her arm came to her. The feeling of losing so much blood mixed with her blurry vision made her want to puke. Dragging her legs, Maze knew she had to keep going or she would definitely die. The breeze stung her wounded arm. From her shoulder to her wrist was all torn open; Maze didn't have it in her to look. As she reached a clearing in the woods she stopped, she sighed a breath of relief, almost like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Now Maze didn't know much about zombies, so she was hoping the weren't smart enough to follow a blood trail. Her white hair was covered in blood. She was proud of herself for getting out of there. When she realized she may have a place to rest, even for one night, her tears began to fall, she was so exhausted. Making her way there, she heard what may be voices but decided to ignore it. Maybe there are people here? Should I just enter? Before Maze was able to do anything, it felt as the ground beneath her shifted. Her head hit the door as her body fell to the ground.