I looked back into the room below me and saw a turmoil of fighting humans and infected. A quick decision formed in my mind and I took off onto a row of roofs, jumping them as fast as I could. Far below me were hordes of zombies, following as best as they could on the ground. Far ahead I saw the sun setting into the blood-red horizon. I needed to hide quickly. Crash! Make that now. "Get out of here!" Numie screamed at me. "There's two of us in here, you know!" Suddenly I spotted a warehouse that looked like a good place to wait for the night to blow over. The windows were boarded up and the door looked like some huge hydraulic deal, so there were probably other survivors there. "Just make it there," I thought to myself. "Just there."
This isn't right, why should such a great storybook die? It makes me afraid that my storybook isn't gonna live long: it's already showed signs of slowing down, heck, it hasn't even started! *grabs storybook protectively and screams hysterically* But I guess everything ends anyways. Sorry, Evey.