The Apocalypse to Russia

Date: 4/4/2016

We were a smallish band of people; I vaguely remember them as people who I have met at least once in my life. The global incident was still very much fresh and new to a lot of survivors. As a group of zombies started to surround our group, it split into two. The divided group that I went with hurriedly hid in a room on the second floor of the building and hastily barricaded the door with a table. Some discussion took place, and slowly the rest of the group left the room while I was struggling to keep the door closed. Of course, the door starts prying open slightly and a zombie head manages to slip in between the gap. Panicking, I grabbed a glass cup nearby and held the zombie's face against the wall with it. To my surprise, the cup started to slide further into his face, as though I were cutting out a proportion of his face. However, the zombie seemed to struggle a lot less than previously, so I kept applying pressure onto the cup until it hit the wall. The head meat jiggled in the cup as though there were not a single bone in its head as I emptied the cup into a basket. After dealing with a few more zombies and dispatching them in the same way, I deemed it safe enough to get out and catch up with the rest of the team. Unfortunately for me, one zombie makes its way to the window my friends escaped from and comes in with its own friend tagging along behind. I recognise the first zombie as Kim from the Yogscast. She seemed more intelligent and aware then all the other zombies I'd been dealing with. I try sneaking past her but she is fully aware of where I am and distracting her by throwing items away from my position didn't do a thing either. Somehow the other zombie with her got distracted enough for me to get behind it and get it into a choke hold. As I held its throat in a tight grip, the Kim zombie is trying to convince me tat she was an illusion of the zombie's mind. I broke the neck of the zombie I had been holding on to, grab a nearby cup and did the same "cup attack" on her face I had done to many other zombies. A perfectly round gaping hole in her face, dripping and oozing semi-transparent fluid, stared blankly at the floor as I made my getaway from the room. I end up at a deserted airport, the meeting point we had established before our journey out. I see my leader of the group; a senior from high school that also happened to be my club leader, arguing with a uniformed personnel just inside of the airport entrance. I splat myself against a window in front of them to let me in. After some food and drink, my leader lets me know that she had been waiting for me, even though the airport personnel were ready to leave me. I nodded, too busy stuffing my face with food. Then she tells me that I was going to Russia to help stop the zombie infection from spreading. I stop eating and look at her right in the eye, "Are you being serious about that? I didn't exactly pack for cold weather." Neither was I dressed for particularly cold weather either. My clothes were barely holding on to itself with the amount of ripping and wear it had to go through. The personnel interrupts, saying that I'll have to be at the waiting area to board in case I needed to rush into the plane. My partner was to be my old college classmate, who at least had a small luggage carry on with her backpack. Two tickets were shoved into my hand as my friend and I were shoved into the direction of the waiting area, that was dark and bluish from the cloudy evening sky. We sat down, talking about things past (I was telling her about the Kim zombie that talked to me, but I couldn't remember who she was at the time) and take a seat at the boarding area. And we were waiting for a long time before I woke up.