Reanimated (#JustWriteIt)

The first three hours... (Part 1)

"Corpses are reanimating at an alarming rate here in Washington. The president is warning all citizens to take cover in your houses until we have a better handle on the situation."

Yeah, right. I know better than that. Zombies will always find a way in to a house. People don’t know how to make a house zombie proof. The only way to survive is to stay ahead of the dead and gather as much ammunition as possible. Besides, people aren't going to stay in their houses. People panic when they don't understand what’s happening. Things like this trigger the flight or fight response and most people aren’t going to fight what they don’t understand.

I turn off the TV and jump off of my bed. This situation is getting worse a lot more rapidly than anything I’ve seen. There are already people screaming in the hall and doors are getting slammed. The halls are crowded. People are running and tripping over each other in their mad escapes. Good thing I have a plan. Right now I need to get back home. My friends and family are there and I need to keep them safe. It’s a part of my zombie apocalypse plan. Save as many people as possible.

"What’s going on?"

"What do we do?"

"Just stay in your rooms, everything will be alright."

"I'm scared."

"I want to go home."

"Shouldn't we be evacuating?"

"What does reanimating mean?"

Obviously no one in my hall has seen a zombie movie. No one seems to know what to do and the RAs are getting overwhelmed and trying to calm everyone down. I feel bad for them. This wasn't in their job description and no one is paying attention to them. I have a feeling that none of them are going to survive this and I hate that I can’t save them all.

"Macy!" I call as I see my friend walking across the parking lot.

"Aubrey! What are you doing?"

"I'm going home. I've planned for this. Do you want to come with me?"

"Yeah."

We turn towards another parking lot and start to walk to my car. A few of our friends walk out of a nearby building and we wave them over. They join us and we all run to my car. It isn't meant to hold seven people, but we'll have to make it work. I'm not leaving my friends here to die. I just can’t do that.

"What about our families?" Macy asks as I start to drive away.

"Tell them to barricade the windows and lock the doors. Try to block the doors as well and stay out of sight of the windows. If the dead can't see them then they stand a better chance at going unnoticed. We'll come back for them."

Everyone pulls out their phones and starts to text their families. I reach for my phone and speed dial one of my friends from home. It'll still be awhile before I get there, even if I am currently doing 100. They'll need to get everyone to safety since I can’t. I've got a bad feeling that there isn't any time to waste.