Knowing Me, Knowing You

PROLOGUE

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.

She inspected the hallway with a folder slider in her hand as a main weapon. It's better than nothing. 

When she reached the end of the hallway, it brings her to a huge metal door. At first she thought it was lock, but when she held the doorknob it isn't. Quietly, she opened it and was met by another empty hallway, except now that it's cleaner and much shorter compare to the long hallway earlier. She locked the door and notice a smudge of blood from the door frame. She tighten her grip from the slider and walked quietly as she can. Her attention was captured when she notice a set of lockers in the middle of the hallway, some are left unopened. She rummages through it and look for something useful.

“Yes!” she whispered to herself when she found a small cutter and a baseball bat.

She also found some few things like two chocolate bars, flashlight and a lighter. She unzip her bag at put everything in it leaving the baseball bat on her hand and lighter inside her jeans' pocket.

The hallway seems like the back part of an arena. The SM Stadium is mostly use for different sport games while sometimes they use it as a venue for celebrity events. This hallway is probably for the athlete's locker rooms. She just walked past a restroom when she heard it.

A low growl of something from her behind. An ugly creature of a bloody faced man went out from one of the stalls. She can literally smell the foul stench of the corpse in front of her. Its face is broken and unrecognizable wearing a formal attire, it must be one of the medias from earlier, bite marks surrounding his arms as he walk slowly near her, hands clawing.

Determined, she raise her baseball bat and h*t the undead on his face but nothing happened. It's still moving and now crawling on the ground eager to get her. To eat her.

Panicking, she hit it on the head multiple times before it could touch her clothes.

“F*ck.” she cursed when sputters of blood h*ts her white shoes.

With shaky hands she dropped the baseball bat now covered with blood. The head is cracked open. She k*lled it. Blood pooling the white tiles. 

She hates blood and now she feels lightheaded and nauseous.

Before anything else happen to her, she quickly pick up her bat and walked away from the explicit sight. Her eyes is now starting to get blurry but she managed to keep going. When she found an empty room at the end, she didn't think twice and let herself in, upon locking the door, her sight blackened.