I see a person in the airport, about to get on flight 911. I go up to the person to ask where flight 99 line was. The person then turns around and growls. I realize it’s a zombie!

I run as fast as I can.

I then go into the bathrooms to hide. I don’t hear anybody in the bathroom, so I know I’m safe. I then hear footsteps coming from the distance.

I try and hop on the next plane, even if it’s not my flight, I manage to hop on a plane, but I then realize…. I’m going to Brazil?!

I land around 11 hours later. I hop off the plane and… I see the zombie. It starts running towards me and…

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!