Yet Another Zombie Apocalypse

Date: 10/8/2017

​The zombie apocalypse was upon us. I was hiding out in a warehouse sort of building, except besides the main storage area, it was segmented into several small, cubicle-like rooms. The old man and I were discussing the current state of affairs. We somehow knew that there was a bus driver who had been also in the building, who got infected and turned the gardener who lived there as well.  We were staring at a body lying inert on the floor, but we weren't sure which of the two it was, if any. Trying to be optimistic, I said that it was good that the zombies didn't actively search for humans, and instead were drawn to sound. Because of this, I said that as long as we were quiet, the only time we would have to worry is when we were moving to another "cubicle." The old man agreed.  For some reason, the old man had been ​tapping a fire extinguisher on the tiled floor was I was talking. I asked him whether there was a basement below us, where some zombies might be able to hear the tapping, but he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Meh, probably not" and continued tapping.  It was this moment that I heard a weird squeaking noise. I held up my hand for the old man to stop tapping, and we both listened to the noise. It was coming from the door that led out to a hallway. We carefully edged the door open. There was a cart coming down the hallway, piled with plastic packages of gatorade and water bottles. There was a guy pushing it, along with a lady next to him. The lady yelled, "Come on, there's three behind us!" and sure enough, I saw three zombies lurching in pursuit. The old man and I ran after the carts. We reached several doors leading to the outside. I was struck by the very strong impression that the instant I stuck my head out of a door, a zombie would grab and bite me. Despite these feelings, I finally rushed out an exit to the outside. I don't know what happened to the old man. Outside, it was chaos. At first, I thought there was a whole swarm of zombies waiting outside, but then I realized that it was simply crowds of survivors clumped together for protection. Regardless, I felt that I was in danger, so I began running. I jumped up and caught one of the lower branches of a tree and pulled myself up. Sitting on one of the higher branches was Justin, a classmate I know.  Stupidly, the words that next came out of my mouth were, "You and Anna aren't a thing, are you?" Justin said something in the negative.  I saw a large coach bus pull up to the street in front of the warehouse, and instantly, it was swarmed by hundreds of desperate people. I jumped off the tree and walked over, but I knew with the amount of people already around the bus, it would be useless to try to force my way on. I spotted Brian, another classmate, propped up by his elbows in the grass. He was clutching a bloody gash on the chest and moaning. I tried to reassure him that everything would be okay. Meanwhile, the crowd continued to jostle for a spot on the bus.