Horde at the gates

"Huff, huff, huff."

Mathew exhaled the air from his lung in perfect harmony with the stepping of his jog.

From an outsider's perspective, he appeared like a typical young adult going for an energetic stroll mixed with a periodic run.

Or rather, he would appear like that if not for the rest of his group tagging along as they all kept just enough speed to keep the zombies chasing them at a constant distance.

"Just a little bit more," Mathew called out once he could see the outline of the school's compound emerging from beyond the other buildings of the now-dead city. "Make sure not to be too fast!"

Mathew's idea was simple. Since he didn't want to waste time hunting the zombies, the best bet his group had was to avoid them. And yet, even though they could easily outrun them on the relatively open streets of the city with most of the zombies nearby either dead or away in some other place, Mathew decided against it.