He reached out his backpack and took out the tiny flashlight that he had been saving. It was not a good idea to use it. Lights attract the Creepers. It’s what they call the zombies. But there’s nothing he can do. Pedro has to use it to be able to see the road going to the bridge.
The darkness was so blinding. A little bit of torch would be helpful.He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Please God, help me.” Pedro prayed silently.
Holding the tiny flashlight, with both hands. He stood up, leaned against the wall, tightened the straps of his backpack and readied his self for the big run.
“On three...” Pedro mumbled. 1, 2, 3.... He turned on the flashlight and run.
Pedro run as fast as he can pointing the light towards the road. Pedro silently screamed. Runnnnnnn!!!!!!
Pedro ran the fastest run he has ever done in his life!There it is! He can see the bridge now. Just a 100-meter shy away.Run Pedro, RUN! – as if someone was cheering for him.But as he was getting closer, he can hear the Creepers chasing him from behind.