Zombie Apocalype (Part 2?)
We were waiting for the Mistress of Death to visit. There were several of us, students mostly, gathered in a room to wait. It was futile to run. When she stepped through the doorway, the room was silent. The Mistress was tall and bony thin, but had an ominous beauty to her. She was wearing a dark flowing gown that was a deep maroon color, but she made no sound as she moved about the room. Holding out a knife to each of us, she would say something to each of us, which I suspect might've been our flaws... though I didn't hear the others. When she got to me, she sort of sneered and said "You're lucky you're beautiful," and handed me the knife. I was extremely worried after that, as if she were accusing me of being too hard on other people with my words. Was the knife I was holding part of her plan to spread the disease? Maybe she intended to smile as my face rotted off, I don't know. Maybe the knives themselves were a symbol of our coming fate.
We kept them long after she'd gone. Luna and I had been painting ourselves black for the night, before 6'oclock rolled around. That was the hour it would all start. People started clearing out pretty quickly, trying to get to a safe place before then. Luna, a fellow classmate of mine, decided to accompany me as we headed to our cars so we could try and escape out of the city.
Somewhere along the way, Luna had found hers, but I had stupidly forgotten where I had parked. I must've left my car on the other lot across the street, but now there was no time to go get it. It was nightfall now and the monsters were starting to come out.
I ran for cover, hiding in some bushes near a quiet campus building. That's when I heard my poor cat calling for me near my feet. He'd been hiding there, but he was no longer the fatty cat that he usually is. He was thin and dirty, like he'd been out here a while without any love. I picked him up and carried him with me as I pressed on.
As I still ventured to try and get out of the city, I headed toward the highway, only to see the horror of the government's methods of keeping the plague contained. They were destroying every highway and escape with explosives, from choppers and airforce planes of all kinds. There were still people on those roads and those that saw what was coming were trying desperately to escape the inferno of the collapsing bridge. I saw Alexandra narrowly escape the explosion beneath the overpass and I tried to speak to her but she was too frightened to stop and kept running. There was no time to chase after her and I turned away, leaving the rubble of the interstate.
Sammy, my cat, had been taking this excitement rather well for a housecat. He simply hung in my arms, tilting his head back to see where it was we were going to in such a hurry, as if we were simply taking a stroll to the kitchen. We ducked into a tunnel, still making our way out of town. One of the undead came stumbling out of the mist and debris and came for us and I had to drop him to defend myself. Somehow I got myself out of there relatively unharmed, though I never did see Sammy again. I'd like to think that maybe he'd played some part in my escape.
I was out in the country now and I'd found a settlement community of RV's and trailers. There were two gentleman sitting outside their front doors, with guns in their hands and hounds at their sides. They might've been southern backwoods deer and boar hunters once upon a time, but now they were in charge of keeping their group safe.
"What's this bitch doin here," one of them asked; a man with a thick peppered beard and a big hooked nose. "What he /meant/ to say," the other interrupted, who was probably his brother by the looks of him, "Was what a young lady like you was doin' all alone out here in these woods?"
