Ok so here's something I wrote back in college for a writing class.
A short story but I hope yo like it. Cookie for the person that guesses what inspired me, post your answers in the comments.

Silence fell on the ruined, abandoned streets, flyers and newspaper pages floating in the air, gliding on gusts of wind that penetrated the lifeless city. Alice ran across the street, her breath fast and short. She did not make any sound, no cry for help, no warning shout, it would be pointless, any survivors were already dead, turned or left the city. Her clothes torn in few places, her sport shoes worn from the constant running, her jeans covered in a dried mixture of blood and mud. Her shirt singed on its edge, on top of it wearing an old military jacket. Stains visible on the dark material yet she did not care about her looks nor about the state of her clothes. Her mind too focused on listening to the louder and louder groaning of the horde that chased her. She tripped on the pavement, her face nearly hitting the rain covered ground, hair sticking to her cheeks and she instantly looked behind her, noticing the first stragglers coming out of the alley. Alice got up, scratching her knees over the curb, leaving a hole in her trousers. Without any time to consider her decision she run
up to the door of a store she fell in front and got inside, immediately locking the glass door behind her. For now she was safe, at least what can be defined save in this apocalyptic world where nothing is certain. Knowing that she can still be seen Alice covered the shop windows with the curtains and pulled blinds on the door, she knew that if she remains quiet and unseen she will get those few minutes she needed to catch her breath. Her eyes wondered, examining the store she was in, her thoughts racing, hoping to find something that could help her survive. This being a simple clothes shop, her hopes of acquiring a weapon of any sort dropped rapidly, after realizing that, Alice slowly walked around the room, listening in, afraid that she might have jumped into another dangerous situation. Fate was merciful and soon she realized she is there alone, allowing her to focus on finding the back door. As cautious and quiet as humanly possible she pushed the door open, looking through the gap. What she saw was another alley, empty and undead free. Alice sighed relieved and left the store and into the alley, she crossed her arms, holding herself to get the slightest hint of warmth.
As far as she was aware, there was no one in the city that could help her, she did not even know this place well, having come here from a different state, following a radio signal. The military abandoned most cities and civilian outposts barely a month after the outbreak, returning to bases and more important positions. Alice frowned when she noticed a fence at the end of the alley yet she climbed over it, in the process ruining her shirt even more. Her main goal at this point was finding a place
to stay for the night, somewhere that could be defended in case the undead would find her. She discarded the thoughts of staying in a house, preferring to find something with more floors, a hotel or even a motel that was above ground level. She kept taking side roads and small streets, managing to reach the city outskirts without drawing attention, along the way scavenging in a grocery store for food. Alice threw away luxuries and sophisticated needs few days after she was forced to live like she does now. Thankfully she laid eyes on a small roadside motel, it was perfect in her opinion, rooms
on second floor, staircases on both sides. With a small sliver of hope she quickly run to the office and snatched the nearest key that was on the counter. Her heart began to beat faster, her mind telling her she reached safety for the time being. She carefully climbed the stairs and looked at the horizon, sun was setting, she did not have much time. Alice walked inside the room and locked the door behind her, covering windows with curtains, she didn’t feel brave enough to turn all of the lights on, just those that helped her navigate the room. Life taught her, through a scary lesson, that too much lights would draw attention of the flesh eating hordes, she would not risk it happening again.
In the past six months she saw too many people that had a false sense of bravery and safety, many friends she met on the road fell victim to their more sophisticated needs and thus ended as food for the restless undead. Alice checked all cupboards, drawers and dressers, hoping to find food, clothes maybe even an object that could serve as a weapon. Her hopes dwindled with each spot she examined. Yet life would reward her for the tiring journey she had to endure, the bathroom had perfumes, shampoo and even running water. Alice washed her face and arms, not daring to take
a bath or shower she decided to use the sink at first, to wash her hair, for a moment she considered using the shampoo. Her hand reaching for the bottle but at the last moment she stopped, her hand resting on the sinks edge instead. The girl looked at herself in the mirror, staring at the reflection. Her hair was wet yet clean, her face clean of dirt.
- I wish everything would just return to normal. – Alice whispered to herself and sat on the bathtubs edge.
She was still dirty all over her body yet the risk of being caught naked by the undead frightened her, she was still in the city, still in danger of being found and killed.
Alice dried her face with the only towel that was in the bathroom and walked back into the main room. Her eyes glanced at the television and then at the bed, her tired mind begging for at least
a few seconds of rest. She succumbed to those voices and slowly got on the bed, laying on her back. As she looked at the dirty ceiling she had a feeling that this might be the only opportunity to sleep comfortably for the coming days. Alice sat up, not wanting to sleep just yet, she had to make sure she would be safe at night. The girl moved, very slowly and as quietly as she could, one of the dressers
by the door. It was a necessary yet risky decision but she had to do it. After that she looked more around the room, even checking under the bed. It would prove to be a very rewarding choice as she found a black briefcase there, curiously putting it on the bed. Alice opened what seemed to her like treasure and blinked repeatedly at the contents of the briefcase. On the brown, soft material she found few bags of drugs, needles and what came to be a shock and blessing, a gun. Cautiously she checked if the safety is on and took the gun in hand.
- At least I will be able to end myself if I have to. – She uttered and examined the gun.
Alice wasn’t familiar with firearms yet she watched enough movies, played enough games to at least realize what the caliber was and how to shoot. The gun was in very good condition, judging by the other contents of the briefcase the girl took a wild guess that it belonged to a drug dealer
or someone with a criminal past. Alice looked at the nearly shining, death dealing device, it was a nine millimeter by the looks of it. Not believing in her own luck she checked the clip and was once again surprised due to what she saw. The gun was clearly not used, the clip full of bullets that could save her life or grant her peace in the afterlife. She put the clip back in and placed the gun behind her belt on her back, now she was at least armed. Secretly she hoped that life wouldn’t throw a situation at her when she would be required to use the gun, having no previous experience with shooting she could only do more harm than good. Alice closed the briefcase and put it back under the bed after which she head into the tiny kitchen, there was not much in the refrigerator nor cupboards but she felt happy to just eat. The girl went back into the room, sitting on the bed with a box of old chocolate chip cookies. As she ate she thought back in time, remembering how everything went downhill when the plague hit the bigger cities. At first everyone it could contained, dealt with but no one expected the undead hordes growing in size so quickly. New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, city
by city the human population dwindled while the flesh eating walking corpses grew in numbers.
She shivered at the thought, thinking about her family, her brother Dean, their father John but mostly she thoughts about her mother. She died two years after Alice was born yet the girl was always afraid the she would rise from her grave and join the zombie hordes. Tears slowly formed
in the corners of her eyes as she laid back on the bed, frightened that she will never see her father
or brother again. Alice knew she has to keep going, to follow the radio signal, to try and find the last, plague free zone, it was the only thing keeping her motivated. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes her, throwing away the trip down memory lane and she once more focused on the present. She was alive, that mattered, she was no good to her family if she would die. Alice moved the curtain aside and peeked outside her room. The parking lot had a few cars left, abandoned by her owners, there were no undead in this area yet and she hoped that wouldn’t change through the night. Sun was already down and darkness began to take over, turning everything into a nightmare or a cheap
B class horror movie as Alice had in habit to say. But it was the reality that she was forced to live and fight in, there was no point in denying that. She had a gun, a place to sleep at and as she noticed,
a car that could get her away from this city. Alice laid her gaze on a vintage Chevrolet Impala, her heart pumped faster as she began to have fantasies about the car. That it had fuel, a working engine and perhaps even a collection of rock music in the glove compartment. Deciding it’s high time to get finally get some rest Alice threw the cookie box away and turned the lights off. As she laid comfortably on the bed, on her side, facing the door, she nearly instantly fell asleep, her mind soothing her with dreams of taking the Impala and driving along empty roads, music playing and that everything was as it used to be.