I breathed heavily, I was running from David, and I also had to ensure that no zombies would get me. I bashed into a dumpster, and a zombie fell from a roof above me. It was all so chaotic. I could hear David roaring behind me, I threw down a dust-bin, trying to block his path, my attempts were futile. He punted the dust-bin and it flew feet into the air like a rugby ball. A group of zombies stumbled towards me, without having time to fend them off one by one, I shoulder-barged them, not thinking of the risk. Luckily, I had recieved no injuries. I saw an open door, and I raced towards it...hoping I could reach it before David reached me. David launched himself over me and blocked my escape, I pulled out my pistol, aiming for his head, but he bent my gun and tossed it into the street behind him. I saw his wound...it was slowly healing itself, the skin was regenerating.
I saw a glass bottle on the floor and I picked it up. Knowing that he was focusing on my next move, I launched the bottle towards his face. While he was concentrating on that, I forced myself to kick his wounded leg, he wailed as the wound opened a little more.
Now was my chance to gain some distance.