[color=pink][h2]DWYNWYN CHAPTER 2 [@Comrade Doge][/h2][/color]

Dwynwyn instantly shut up at the sight of what appeared to be a middle-aged Russian man pointing a gun at her face. He had said something to her and she had been too confused to understand, but she assumed it had been something along the lines of telling her to stop crying. Her mind was racing.

[I]I was wrong, oh my god,[/I] the color drained from her face once more as she concluded that the man was the same one who had killed and cannibalized the two girls. He certainly looked tough enough to have done it. [I]It was stupid of me to have thought of zombies, I must have seen wrong. He's one of those crazed serial killers who slipped through the cracks of the horrible US mental care system.[/I]

The nineteen year old woman and middle aged man stared at each other in silence for a few moments. When the man turned his attention to the path downhill and pointed his gun outward and away from Dwyn, she took her chances and unleashed her pepper spray, causing the man to double over as his eyes burned. 

"Stupid... girl..." he spit on the ground in order to reduce the urge to vomit and then turned back to slap her, but she was already on her feet and running, farther uphill than before. 

Dwyn hardly dared to look back as she made her escape from the man she was sure had just killed and eaten two other young women on the trail. She ran horizontally along the steep hill, trying to put as much distance between herself and the man as possible. This time, she was able to think more clearly while running, having become somewhat more relieved that the zombie apocalypse did not appear to be happening.

[I]Okay, that means I just need to get back to civilization, there should be policemen and everything, and I'll just go home; America is a stupid dangerous place...[/I]

[I]I have no idea where I am, but I watched a tv show once about a man who got lost in Rocky Mountain National Park and set part of the forest on fire to attract a helicopter to save him...[/I]

[I]Why is this man not chasing me down? He's clearly much faster than me...[/I]

She took a sharp turn and began jogging downhill as fast as she felt she could safely go with her heavy hiking backpack. When she reached a small clearing, she immediately sat down and opened up her cooking supplies, taking out the lighter fluid and matches. Dwyn then hurriedly threw the entire two liters of lighter fluid all over the dry pine needles on the forest floor, lit a match, and then watched a quick, hot fire start to burn.

To her relief, the fire appeared to catch instead of just burning out quickly, and a decent sized area of the forest floor was soon burning. She began to make her way away from the flames, searching for some rocky outcropping where she could safely wait for help to come. Locating another semi-sheltered rock ledge similar to the last, the Welsh girl scrambled up it, cutting her leg as she did so in her haste, and then sat down to wait again, this time clutching her pepper spray and knife in case the killer returned. She felt a little foolish doing so, remembering his gun, but she also remembered how he hadn't shot the other two girls, so maybe it was empty.

Her fire continued to burn through the night, though it didn't spread as much as she would have liked. After hours of nerve-wracking waiting, she sat up to attention as three human figures stumbled into view, silhouetted by the fire behind them. They didn't appear to be a stealthy and quick predator like the serial killer she had been picturing in her head, so she just watched them carefully, confused by their irregular gaits.

As the human figures drew closer, Dwyn saw their rotting faces and organs hanging loosely from their bodies, realizing that she had once again been wrong. There was no help coming for her. She was somewhat confident, however, that they couldn't climb the sheer rock face that she just had, and so silently, fearfully, she peered over the ledge as the three zombies clumsily hit themselves against the rocks and slid back down repeatedly. 

Not long after, Dwyn watched as each undead corpse fell successively with the sound of three single gunshots. The man from earlier came into view, and she timidly peeked over the edge to meet his angry gaze, embarrassed by her use of pepper spray, the fire she had pointlessly started, and her panicked misjudgments of the situation.