Zombies

Date: 5/15/2016

I was far from home in some sort of retreat setting. Maybe it was some European golf resort --- green pasture, tall houses, hardly any Asians. My belongings were at the top floor of a home stay, and I needed to get to them desperately. I had to escape. My loyal Honda Civic was waiting for me. But between me, my belongings, and the car...the walking dead was roaming for living, reacting quickly to sound and perhaps smell. I don't recall having any specific friends with me, but the living eventually found each other and worked together to escape. The two black girls who resides in the fall home stay had no intentions of leaving, but they helped us go in and out to pack. I was forever grateful. And then there were some in the group who rushed out so fast they didn't mind leaving me behind. Excuse me, I had a car! There were many fences and ledges to pass, and it was a real obstacle course. The first time we had barely passed one fence and had to turn back before we were swarmed. The jumping and wires rustling was testing out patience. Most escaped, but some didn't. Over the series of attempts, only six of us were left at the end. It was a miracle I was still alive. I was one of the slowest sprinters and the first to be out of breath. I carried a bottle of hard liquor with me in case my time had come, so that when I knew there was no cheap of my survival, I would drown myself in alcohol and feel immune to the tearing of my flesh and the spilling of me blood. It would be easier. As the group and I were making our way to my car, I was struck with two worries: 1) fitting six people in a five seater is ok, but not with all these bags and suitcases that each of us had. In addition with the dead at our tail, we would run out of time in trying to squeeze our belongings in there. 2) Ryder's words resonated in my mind when I realized I had less than a quarter tank of gas "I never let my tank fall beneath a quarter in case of an emergency." Well that was now. My car was loud I could see that we were drawing a lot of attention towards us. I had to think fast --- which direction? Which direction with the least populated county accessible to gas within 50 miles.