Knowing Me, Knowing You

CHAPTER 3

—CHAPTER THREE—

                          It happened too quickly. It started with a pained scream then another and soon followed by more loud screams that is surely different from the fans' screams of excitement and joy. People panic in mere seconds, rushing to get out of the venue, pushing one another. While she just stood there, glued on the same spot.

Not far from her is a sight that she'd only seen in movies. She blink his eyes several times. There's this girl with a purple hair attacking one of the security guard, red liquid squirts from the guard's neck tainting its pristine white uniform. Akira remembered her from the queueing line earlier, she was bubbly, talkative and is an ultimate Roulette, an official fandom name of Alejandro, except that now she's currently busy feasting on the poor guard's flesh. Akira felt her heart drop when the same girl run towards a new group of people leaving the guard's body lying, unmoving on the floor tiles with pools of blood scattering around it.

She felt her weak knees trembled when the dead bodies on the floor, shakes uncontrollably cracking their bones here and there, then suddenly opened their eyes that now turned into complete black abyss, orbs now looking empty, non living staring directly at her. She step back, throat drying and mind empty.

She found herself running for her life seconds later, adrenaline rushing throughout her bloodstreams. Heck, she didn't even know where exactly she is going. Her mind is keep on chanting the same repetitive words.

She needs to survive.

So what she did is follow her instinct. She runs as fast as she could, urging herself to go faster not minding the low groan form the groups of decaying bodies following her from behind. Her grip on her phone tightens, wishing to lost the undead.

After awhile, she stopped running. She dropped her jelly knees on the ground, still trying to catch her breath, shoulders heaving up and down. She inhale and exhales, staring into nothingness. She can still hear a faint sound of screams echoing from where she is. It seems far enough. With her heart still beating erratically from her rib cage, she roam her eyes around the empty hallway. The hallway is blood-free aside from the bunch of banners, albums, and other personal and fangirling stuffs that are scattered on the ground. She huffs, forcing herself to stand up, she grips hard on the wall when she almost lost her balance. She examines the quiet hall and walk cautiously. She then whips her head behind when she heard a soft thud of something only to be welcomed with a huge torn Johansson's banner, she flinched when it fell on the floor. She stared at the torn image of her beloved idol, she wondered what happened to the man.

But this is not the right time to fangirl so she keep on walking, looking for something useful to protect herself from the brain-eating zombies.

Zombies.

She couldn't believe it's actually happening now and she's all alone.

She worries for her bestfriend, Brylle. She tried calling his number but no use, the other guy won't answer it. She drank half of her water bottle content and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She tried digging to her backpack but all she have is some personal belongings, no weapons at all. She combed her mid-length hair in frustrations and stare at the window above her, she's still in the same hallway for like an hour sitting there in deep thinking, lucky enough the place seems safer from the undead. For now.

She grabbed her mask and wears it again to cover her nose and mouth. It's not hard to pinpoint what exactly is happening. The zombies. The contagious virus. It probably evolved and replicated so fast, just like what she's been reading all long from the internet theories. She just hope that it's not airborne. She stood up and urges herself to look for somewhere, a room or any place where he can locked herself up and spend the night with. Basing from the window view, it's almost sundown and few hours from now darkness will swallow the whole place and she didn't like that thought.