Angst Prompts - Heat

[chaotically_rem]

Heat

Leon didn’t understand why this kept happening, or at least, he pretended like he couldn’t figure it out. With a heavy breath, he dragged himself shakily to his feet. He was littered in cuts, his leather jacket torn and dirty from where he had been thrown into the underbrush. The getaway car was on fire already, flipped upside down and twenty feet down an embankment. It was another miracle that he had survived the crash. Again.

I always end up crashing everything, don’t I? He didn’t want to admit he was hungover, didn’t want to note that there was a certain little trend, a pattern he was starting to see in relation to these instances. But in his defense, he hadn’t been forewarned that there was going to be another zombie out break, hadn’t been told he would in the wrong place at the wrong time, caught up in the chaos once again.

Oh well.

He turned to the tree line after brushing himself off, gauging how far he was from his destination. The car would blow shortly, would lure the undead away from him. It was a distraction he fully needed to take advantage of.