Oh gosh! I really must have had been going crazy! It must have been due to the fact that I was typing out a 10000 word essay till 3am the night before. I could not help but laugh suddenly at myself, for believing even for a moment, at all this stuff that they were telling me. The train driver shook his head, and gave me a small grin, obviously having reached the same conclusion that I had. Such things belonged in the fictional realm, the horror movies but not in reality, and definitely impossible!
“I don’t believe you.” I said in between trying to catch my breath and laughing hysterically. One of the teenagers, a tall, skinny guy with thick glasses frowned, insulted. “You have no right to judge, Ice Princess!” gesturing to my skates. At this, I recovered and glared at him. I blew out an angry breath to calm myself and retorted, “I don’t see any zombies here, so if you can excuse me, I have places to go!”
Before I could stalk off, the business woman grabbed my arm. I spun around with fire in my eyes, prepared to tell her off, but she looked at me in understanding, and nodded her head. “I will go with you”, and the train driver, elderly woman, and even one of the teenagers, the only girl in their clique, decided to join us. The teenager’s clique was trying to convince her to stay but she only shook her head resolutely. They even threatened to “kick her out” as we walked away, but she kept walking without looking back.
As we continued on with our conversation, while trying to find the nearest exit, we learned more about each other. The business woman, her name was Susan, was actually a lawyer who was going back to the office on a Sunday to work on a new, “hot” but confidential case. The teenager, Joyce was fed up with her gamer friends who often treated her unfairly and made her feel transparent. So that’s why the guy was so defensive about zombies. He lived in a virtual reality, zombie world as far as anyone was concerned.
The train driver’s name was Ah Seng but he insisted that we called him Sam, as was displayed on his nametag. The elderly woman, Grace, was on her way to meet her husband for their 50th wedding anniversary celebration party. She also explained that when the train had stopped, the teenagers had leaped for joy at seeing the news on their mobile phones. At first, she was sceptical but the news website was indeed reliable. This all stopped us in our tracks awhile before we shook it off and decided that regardless, we were safer upstairs than here.
Finally, we found an exit. Delighted, we raced up the stairs to find ourselves in an empty shopping mall. Since it was suspicious that it would be so empty at 10am on a Sunday morning, we decided to stick together to walk around the mall. Most shops were still closed. We soon realized that we were at Novena Mall, which was linked to the Tan Tock Seng Hospital.
A bakery was opened but no one was mending the cash register. Famished, and doing the morally correct thing of leaving exact change, we took off with the buns in our hands. The link to the hospital would lead us to an exit where we could hopefully go our separate ways, find our appropriate transportation to go to where we wanted to go.
As we walked along the link though, we sensed that something was wrong. There was a horrid, strong pungent smell, like rotten milk mixed with decaying matter. It was so bad that we had to hold our breath, and try not to gaggle or puke. At that moment a little girl about four years old, with two cute ponytails and in black Barbie dress started to run towards us.
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Surviving in Chaos
Romansa"I liked small children too but this one was a little odd. Her eyes were bloodshot and the colour of her eyes were dulled as if the life had gone out of them. That wasn’t the worse part of it, as she ran, it was obvious she was unstable on her legs...
