It was a quiet night in the suburbs when a group of friends decided to venture out into the nearby hills. Little did they know, their peaceful evening would soon turn into a chaotic chase through the jungle.

As they made their way up the winding trails, they suddenly heard the unmistakable sounds of shuffling feet and guttural moans. Zombies were closing in on them, their lifeless eyes fixed on the group. The friends broke into a sprint, their hearts pounding as they darted through the dense foliage.

Suddenly, one of the group members spotted a large, spotted cat prowling through the undergrowth. "It's a jaguar!" he yelled, and the friends quickened their pace, desperate to outrun both the zombies and the dangerous predator.

As they ran, they stumbled upon a shady figure in the shadows, clearly engaged in some kind of illicit activity. "Get out of here!" the man shouted, but the friends had no choice but to keep moving, the zombies hot on their heels.

In the chaos, one of the friends tripped and fell, scattering a bag of mysterious pills onto the ground. "Don't touch those!" someone warned, realizing that the pills were likely lethal. The group had to make a split-second decision – keep running or risk their lives to help their fallen comrade.

The chase continued, the friends weaving through the jungle, their lungs burning and their legs aching. But they knew they couldn't stop, not with the zombies and the jaguar still in pursuit. Finally, they spotted a break in the trees and made a desperate dash for safety, leaving the horrors of the jungle behind them.

As they caught their breath, the friends realized just how close they had come to a truly terrifying fate. But they had survived, and they knew that they would never forget the harrowing experience of their night in the hills.
© TLTSU Samuel H Hunwick