Part 2: Nightfall

The young man tilted his head, scanning the sky for the sun. He spotted the sun at the edge of the horizon. The sky had turned a deep orange now, as the sun slowly dipped out of view. He needed to find shelter, and fast! His pace quickened, his head surveying his surroundings. As he looked down into a valley, he saw the gaping mouth of a cave in the side of the valley. He started to run now, it was almost completely dark now. He took a deep breath, and walked slowly and cautiously into the cave. He could see no further than his outstretched hand. "Uuuurgh" His head whipped round, to see a figure lumbering out of the darkness towards him. The man took a stick from his pocket, and whipped the undead fiend round the side of the head. The zombie staggered backwards, making a strange gurgling noise. The zombie did not fall though, and advanced once more towards the man, who took a step back, further into the cave. He struck the zombie again, this time the creature toppled backwards, and fell upon a sharp stalagmite, his body skewered on the sharp rock. The creature gargled for a few seconds, before falling silent, its body becoming limp. The man wiped his brow, before pocketing the stick, and turning to look at the sky. He saw the edge of the horizon start to turn a bruised shade of red. He sighed in relief. Dawn had come.