When Each Day Falls

It was a bright and sunny day in the city of Austin, Texas. Silver had been hoping for the forest to be a quiet and a concluded place for her to do some stretches and exercises. She rolled out her blue yoga mat, squishy beneath her toes. She doesn't really use it for yoga, only for nice surfaces. She began by leaning over her left side, reaching over her head and pointing her arm towards her toes, then she would switch to the right side. It was only about 10 minutes when she started hearing a noise a little ways away.

"Ugh, great. Someone is watching me. That's the last thing I needed." She thought to herself, stopping her stretches and looking around.

"HEY, PERVERT! GET OUT OF HERE!" She yells into the empty forest, still with no one in sight. She reaches around and rests her hand on her small, but effective, pocket knife. She had always promised herself to only use it if needed. For safety reasons.

She let her hand relax after a few minutes of silence, and began to stretch again, trying to not let the paranoid side of her reach its limits. Just as she was calming down, she sees a figure merge from the trees with blood splattered and dried to it's body and face.

"Oh my God.. oh.. oh my God." She didn't even know what to think to herself seeing this figure. She was numb. She couldn't move. Suddenly, the figure spotted Silver and a weird roar escaped its throat. Thankfully the roar snapped Silver out of it, reaching for her yoga mat. The figure was sprinting at her, not too fast, but effectively. She quickly grabs her blue mat and starts running back towards the path to her home. With the figure hot on her heels, she gets an idea.

"I'll roll up my mat, turn around, and stun the figure by hitting it across the face, then stab it in the heart!" Her heart was pounding a new pace she had never experienced before, and never wished to experience again. Nearing the end of the forest path, she rolls up her blue mat, ready to take action. Her red hair was whipping in the wind, her adrenaline pumping through her veins.

She quickly turns around, seeing the figure up close now. She quickly hit it across the face with all her strength. Knocking it back to the ground, it's lifeless. She quickly studies the face; dirty blonde hair, obviously a male, blood dried from wounds on its cheeks and forehead. Purple-blue-ish lips, and dark blue bags under its eyes. She then reaches back for her knife, ready to stab the figure, but then pulls back her hand realizing it was dead already.

"Don't tell me that's a zombie, that's impossible..." She mutters in between big gulps of air. She quickly leaves the path, swearing to herself to never come back again. She stops by her apartment, sticks the bloody mat into the sink, changes her clothes, and heads to her friend's apartment, Twilight.