Just... mayhem. I tried to get back to my dorm, and there was just people panicking and running. I could only think of getting home. I realized when I got back to my dorm that I'm still holding onto the hammer. Tightly. My hand is kind of numb. I changed and grabbed my backpack, packed some food and gushers, a change of clothes, and the hammer. I left with a note to my roommate, told him to go home to his family. I know I need to find my dad.
After a few hours, I decided to leave. I had to double back through the East Wing, to see if any of the production team made it. But I only found Mike. He was just standing there, staring at me with a bit of flesh hanging in his mouth. On it was a butterfly tattoo. The one the make-up girls had that tattoo, and was really proud of it. Had to do with her mother or something like that. Julie was her name I think. I had to use the hammer on him. Mike's head is now just a stain on the ground and the hammer is wrecked. I looked around for something useful for about an hour. I found a painter's mask, a pair of goggles that fit over my glasses, and a toolbelt. I've watched enough zombie movies to know that getting some blood in your mouth or eyes is a BAD IDEA. And, right before I left, I found a new hammer. A big old sledgehammer. It's a weapon, and it's going to have to work for now. I also think I see the sunrise, but it's off. It's... pink. Real pink. That's weird.