You narrowly escaped death today.
Today marks the surefire beginning of the zombie apocalypse. No amount of the Walking Dead and 28 Days Later rewatches could prepare you for this. Luckily, you were in your apartment, so at least a few supplies were handy. All of the neighbors on your floor had turned, and you recognized them all, even if their faces were drooping off of them like fall-off-the-bone ribs. You grabbed a large duffle bag while kicking Mr. Smith off of your leg, throwing food, medicine, weapons, and clothes in and bolting. You also snatched a shitty katana off the shelf on the way out, and slashed as best you could through the hoardes of zombies outside of the door. On the outside, you looked calm and prepared. But inside, you were freaking out. You were worried about friends, your brother, and basically everyone else you've ever met. What if they were dead? What if you're killing them right now? What if they're being attacked as we speak?! You run as fast as your legs would carry them, zombies growling, groaning, and grabbing at your legs to try and pull you down to make you their next meal. After the stairway got way too blocked up, you decided fuck it and slid down the stairway handrail, all the way down to the main floor. What a cool guy. Coolest dude in the zombie apocalypse, yo. Maybe. You look around for anything else you may need (Spoiler: You find nothing because its a leasing office.), and you get your ass outta there. However, as soon as you step foot outside of the lobby, instantly you're ambushed. Some zombie that was missing its lower half had leaped onto you like a tree frog in a fucking forest fire. It scratched and chomped at you as you tried your damnest to push the fucker off. He ripped the sleeve off of your t-shirt and scratched your arm, leaving a deep wound and lots of blood. He then opened his mouth wide and lunged his face at your jugular. You closed your eyes tight, as there was nothing you could do. You waited and waited but he didn't do anything. You open an eye and look to the side to see the zombie dead on the ground, a crossbow arrow in his head. You look up and there above you stands a familiar face. Short blonde hair, deep black lipstick and beat up purple formal attire.
"Hey sis. Come to save me?"
