You hold your improvised weapon at the ready and you stand stock still. After twenty three minutes you hear footsteps coming your way. When the walker gets in striking distance you jump forwards swinging. You miss. The man before you is dressed in a black ninja outfit with all but his eyes hidden. He has a machete. He swing it quick and deftly, in perfect form. Blood erupts from your sliced neck. It jets out as you fall to your knees gurgling. He swings the machete down onto your head, splitting it open. You die then.
The End