Crack raced along the mountain tops. He had left a mob of zombies a few miles back but there is no way they could catch up to him now, they were all slow and mostly torn to pieces anyway. He stopped to take a break, he knelt down and listened and waited. It was as if the Earth stood still that day. He could feel the zombie mob still but he blocked them out looking for something else, something that moved different. Something that moved with full consciousness and complete confidence. A person who survived, like him.