Down the tunnel came dread. Liz had balled her hands into fists and ran as fast as she could down the tunnel. It didn't matter where to as long as she had found Miguel before any others. Miniscule water droplets fell from the stalactites and splashed around her, collecting in puddles, and draining out in the granite. A draft blew against her face as she changed her velocity, cutting around a corner and almost slipping on gooey liquid. The friction on her black Mammut Teton shoes gave way, leading her speeding rapidly towards a cavern wall. Fortunately she had rolled, lessening her impact, or else she would have left herself even more wounded. Looking around Liz noticed a small pocket in one of the walls and ducked to get a better view. Out came a large gust of air, bringing with it a few straggling fruit bats. It seemed less than interesting, so she moved on, running past it and climbing a rocky formation.
Miguel continued to run on her mind. He couldn't have gotten far, but knowing him, he's just stubborn. Her hand clenched a large jagged rock and pulled herself up onto a narrow ledge leading her on. A small light began fading away in the pocket ahead and sent her running once again. The rocks seemed to repeat: Crystal, granite, and so on. It seemed like she would never get out.
"Man, I should've followed him. His arse is on the line if I don't get to him!"

She clenched her teeth as her wounded arm jolted in immense pain. The zombie had done damage earlier. More than expected. Grabbing cloth from the bottom of her shirt, she raised it to her mouth and tore a wide strip off, giving herself a bandage for her arm. The claw marks were very deep, running from her left shoulder and down her arm. The wound stung viciously as she covered it with aid. It wouldn't last long and she knew that. Up ahead sat a large stagnant brown barrel indicating more activity. She walked up to it and rapped her knuckles against it, getting a feel for what was inside. It seemed filled to the rim with liquid. Liz pulled out her knife and stabbed it into the rim of the barrel and pried it open. What laid inside surprised the hell out of her. She gasped and covered her nose as the utter stench filled the premise. A body laid inside, all mutilated and lifeless. It looked to have been gone for a while. She leaned over the barrel slowly and reached in to find any possessions of who the body belonged to. The pockets were completely empty, the clothing was ripped up, yet, she still felt there was something more to find. She leaned further in and looked around the inside of the barrel, noticing claw marks along the edge.
She took a deep breath, coughing from the dreadful scent, and slowly backed out. In that instant, a bony hand shot out and wrapped around her neck, choking her. The eyes to the body turned red and it steadily rose up in the barrel. Liz squinted and reached for the hand that held her throat as she was being lifted into the air. It was slowly closing and she was losing valuable air. The zombie rose its other arm which looked completely fractured, and stabbed it into her stomach. She lurched and painfully tried screaming out. It drooled out blood, letting it splatter to the ground in massive globs. Its sharp arm turned in her body and grabbed the tail end of her spine. Tears rolled from her eyes as she gripped her knife tight and slid it through the monster's hand. The hand released its grip and dropped her to the ground. Her body still aching as the other arm was still inside her, dragging out the zombie's body from the barrel.
It hurt so bad.
So bad that she wanted to die.
So bad that it reminded her that she needed to keep on moving.

She clenched her teeth and gripped the bony arm of the zombie. It continued gripping her spine and increased its tension around her. After lurching from the pain, she brought her fists down into the arm and snapped it in half. Suddenly she fell forward from the stress on her spine and found herself leaning over the zombie's body. It's jaw was dropped as it was looking for flesh. Liz cried and scooted away from the zombie.
"Die beast! Rot in hell!"

She quickly slammed her foot into the skull of the beast. It crunched and collapsed inward, spitting out its tongue. Her heart was left racing as she looked ahead at the figure and she turned to look down the tunnel she was heading. Her mind slowly began to fade as she was losing consciousness .
I can't.
I mustn't.
Die.