There's a man with a large exit wound in his chest, broken ribs sticking out at twisted angles where his heart should be. He is running at you pretty fast. You get up and run from his into the field. It's a tall cornfield and you lose site of the running dead man. You remain still until you hear running footsteps and realize they are coming your way. You run between the rows as fast as you can trying to lose the tainted pursuer. Your ankle hurts too bad to run anymore. You are out of breathe. They don't need breath. They all at your from all angles. You scream as teeth rend you dead in many bites.
The end