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No Miracles Happen

Zelda's phone vibrated in her pocket and immediately, she wanted to answer it but she wasn't about to stop—she could hear gun shots, seemingly everywhere and people—anyone who was walking, seemingly dead or seemingly alive, were shot dead. She ducked behind a table, crouching and pulling out her phone as fast as her shaky hands would let her. Marin crouched beside her, looking absolutely terrified. "What are you doing?" She asked.

Green: I don't know entirely what's happening, but I guess some really bad people stormed the place and are trying to shoot us?

That made no sense. Zelda was sure to tell him that.

Green: It doesn't. Just hide, Red and Blue are hiding in a weird closet.

Zelda heard a groan. She got up and glanced around—a zombie lurched forward and Zelda shoved it away. Marin yelped and pulled her away when it stumbled. "Come on!" Zelda shouted, grabbing her hand, fully intending to drag her away. She'd drag Marin out by the ankles if that was what it took for them to both get out

The zombie was huge—tall and wide, looking like a wall with arms and legs, all muscle and blood shot eyes and bloody clothes. The good news was, it was slow. The two of them easily managed to run through a random door, no idea where they would end up but, after a moment, they realized no one was following them—zombie or person—and closed the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Marin asked, but it was more of an exclamation than a question. The petal in her hair had fallen out.

"My friend told me someone had broken into here with guns." Zelda didn't understand. She looked around the room. There was an endless amount of metal tables covered in white sheets. Zelda didn't think much of it—then realized there was an arm, hanging off of one of those tables. "...What's beneath these sheets?"

She hesitantly took a step forward. Her heart pounded in her chest but she managed to pull back the sheet—when she saw the face of the woman who had been bitten earlier, she dropped the sheet and took a step back.

Marin's eyes were wide. "Was that a body?"

"The woman from earlier," Zelda breathed. "The one who got bit and...she went into this room." She glanced around, swallowing. "...Treatment must not have worked." She wasn't sure what had happened, but she thought she knew briefly. All of a sudden, the lights flickered.

Marin looked at her. "Should...Should we try to find a way to escape or something?" She looked over the rows and rows of sheet covered corpses.

The lights flickered again. There was this weird feeling in her stomach and chest, a nagging voice on the back of her mind. "I think we should hide."

Marin blinked and looked around. The room was square with one high window they wouldn't be able to reach and the door they had entered. Somehow, Zelda just knew someone or something was coming up that hallway. The lights flickered off—and stayed off. Zelda muttered a swear beneath her breath and looked at the group chat between her and her friends. She texted angrily and quickly and then turned on her flashlight. "Where do we hide?" Marin asked.

The row of tables farthest from them were still covered in sheets, but they looked flat. Nothing was beneath them. "...We might be able to beneath the sheets. Whoever will come in we'll probably think we're just corpses. They might not notice us..."

Zelda took a deep breath and jogged down a row. Everything was still. The sheets, in the light from her phone, looked way too bright, except for the occasional stains of blood.

She tore one of the sheets off of the table. There was a few drops of blood at the end, but otherwise it was clear of things. "Get on." At some point, Zelda had decided she was determined to make sure both her and Marin got out of this.