African Horror Stories (volume two) — Ada Kate Uchegbu

Her breath was becoming shallow now. And with each step she took, she could feel all her strength deserting her. But she also knew that if she did not run fast enough, it will eat her!!She could hear the frightening breath of it behind her. Her legs, wobbling but she willed it to keep moving. I must not fall. She thought, panicky.She brushed by a twig, her flesh searing in the process, it stung like as if a bee had set on it. She couldn't even cry- didn't even have the strength to cry actually.A careless stone got in the way and she nearly doubled over but her gait was steady. She didn't fall, just yet. No other sound was oblivious to us, save the sounds from her pursuer- his breath seemed to will her to step. His breath- a constant reminder of his steel determination to get her, no matter what.And she was afraid. She knew she would fall. It was only a matter of time.It was known as the game. That was simply its name. It was on HD in videos and mostly on Android phones. The main character of this game was called the Undertaker. And boy, can it kill! It would smash the heads of opponents with one blow of his firearm. Another time, it clawed into their flesh with its hand-held saw.She felt an oneness with this game character. She has always been a shy girl but in games as this, she could be whatever she wanted to be. A Zombie. An assassin. The Undertaker.She had unlocked level nine and that's when she felt bumps all over her arms. A freaky surprise awaits you, was all the game wrote at its screen when she successfully got to level nine