Peng walked as much as he could in The City.  He had gotten a special treadmill for it and everything, which his husband had rolled his eyes at.  He had called it a waste of money, but three months of daily exercise outside of the smog had really improved his heath.
He heard the moans and growls before he saw them.  They were avatars, but violent and moving erratically, like wild beasts.  He turned and ran, hearing his treadmill motor whine with unexpected stress.  The zombies followed.  He was only a mile from his login house.  He almost made it.