This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening! This CAN’T be fucking happening!

I’m supposed to be in a car on the way to my parents place for the holiday. But instead, I’m tucked in a janitor’s closet hiding from zombies. As soon as we landed, all hell broke loose! One of those things was on the plane with us. I watched him take a bite out of a flight attendant’s neck. Everyone got spooked, so we all started rushing towards the exit. I was one of the lucky few who didn’t get trampled on. The airport was even worse. Hoards upon hoards of zombies had their bodies pressed up against the glass doors to the airport, trying to get inside. The TSA officers had managed to close the doors, but enough people had already turned inside. Gunshots went off every few seconds. I couldn’t even hear myself think over all of the people’s frightened screams and the roaring of the zombies.

I pushed and shoved my way through crowds trying to get to safety. I almost got taken out by an elderly zombie woman, when I ducked down out of reach. I crawled through legs just trying to escape. That’s when I saw this closet door. I made way inside and closed the door. I’ve been sitting here for thirty minutes listening to the screams become quieter and quieter. Soon, I’d be the only human left. I heard the glass finally cave in under all those bodies. That means there are even more of them in here now.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

“As long as I stay quiet, they can’t hurt me right?”

Just then, my phone goes off.

“Crap Crap Crap!”

I quickly mute my phone, but it’s already too late. I can hear their moaning moving closer to my hiding spot. This was it! I’m going to die in a janitor’s closet.