On October 31st, 2013 the zombie apocalypse struck. Within hours, 60% of the world’s population turned into blood thirsty, flesh craving beasts. No one knew how you became a zombie, some got sick, died, and turned. Some got bit and turned. Neighbors turned on neighbors. Brothers turned on sisters. Moms turned on dads. No one was safe. The major cities, Los Angeles, New York City, Miami were the first to go to hell. There was mass destruction, looting, and death. No one was safe. Within 2 days the army was gone, all defeated by the number of the undead. Then there was huge string of rash suicides. People didn’t want to turn, so they killed themselves. The smart ones shot themselves in the head. The people that overdosed, or hung themselves, later turned. 2 months later, the world was shit. 90% of the population was undead. Humans were becoming extinct. This story is about 8 very different people. They each have had their own personal battles, but these people now have a bigger fight to overcome. Some found groups right away; others became a lone wolf, invisible to what was left to society. Either way they all perished. Many from zombies, some from personal choices. They were the strong ones. The fighters. But even great fighters have to disappear one day.
I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid essay. I’m supposed to be out partying. Its Halloween night, and I’m alone in my dorm room writing this frikken 10 page English essay! Thanks Mr.Reifler, it’s not like I have a social life or anything. Its 11:59, the party should be starting soon. “Well this sucks” I mumbled to myself. I was up for 3 more hours writing that damn essay. I fell asleep around 3:30. Shit! I woke up late, again. That’s weird; I don’t remember Emily coming in last night. Knowing her, she probably crashed at some random dude’s dorm. I guess I’ll take a shower, since I can’t be anymore late than I already am. I gather my toiletries and bathrobe and towel and head to the shower. Okay, I’m in college, why is there not a single sound in this hallway. Whatever, they probably all woke up on time. As I go into the bathroom, I hear another person showering. Glad I’m not the only one late. I walk past the shower, and realize there’s no one in the shower. But there is, oh god, is that a fucking hand?!? I dropped all the stuff I was holding and booked it outside the bathroom. I’ve seen enough movies to know what’s going to happen next, so within 2 minutes I’m running down the stairs to the lobby. So I’m running into the lobby, and fall on my ass. What did I slip on? Oh, just intestines, no big deal. There were at least 20 dead bodies in the lobby. Oh shit, is that Emily!? “Emily” I whisper. “What are you doing?!” As soon as I finish the sentence, she looks up, and has blood all over her mouth. Her dirty blonde hair is soaked in blood and filth. She’s missing a huge chunk out of her neck. Her playboy bunny costume is soaked in blood and intestines. It takes me about .2 seconds to realize she’s eating the person! About 5 seconds later, she screams. It’s not a human scream, it sounds like a mix between a wolf and Satan. She gets up and runs to me; I kick her square in the stomach and she falls down. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. I run to the front desk and grab the only thing I can use to defend myself, a pair of scissors. Great, I’m dead. I turn around and she’s already running towards me. Now, I’m not your average chick. I’ve seen dozens of zombie movies. I know you have to stab them in the head. She gets 1 foot away from me, and I lunge at her. I stab her repeatedly in the softest part of the head, the eyes. The blood gets all over me, even my hello kitty shirt. Damn I liked that shirt. Well, the bitch is dead. I look outside the lobby windows, and see dozens of other zombies charging at me.” Guess I’m going back to my room” I mumble and sprint away. It takes me 2 minutes to get to my room on the third floor; thank god I did track in high school. Now, if only I had something useful in my room to use as a weapon. I have a pocket knife, but that’s totally gonna be useful against a horde of zombies. I hear them running up and down my hall; they’re going insane out there. Of course stupid, there’s a fire escape I can climb down. I change into jeans, a shirt, and sweatshirt. I also put my good running sneakers on. Damn, since when did it get cold out!? I hold the knife in my mouth, as I climb down the fire escape. I wonder if I can die if I jump from this height. What I don’t understand is why the ladder stops 10 feet above the ground!?! I finally jump down to the ground. I just have to run across campus, run across town, run an extra 2 miles to Fort McKinley, avoid all the zombies, and then I’m safe. It’s an army base, that’s safe right? Well, looks like it’s now or never. I look to my left, and find a dead person. I don’t think I have ever been so happy to find a dead body, because that one had a machete. Sorry buddy, that’s kind of mine now. I wonder what’s happening at the quad by now. I hope Mr.Reifler still isn’t going to collect the reports. No stupid, it’s the apocalypse of course he wouldn’t. I start running, and I didn’t realize how easy it is killing a zombie! I just run and swing! Okay I’m insane. I get through the campus, killing 20 zombies or so. I’m running through the parking lot when I hear a scream for help. Don’t Lily. Keep running. “Help me!” Shit, okay so I turn around and look to see this girl running towards me. She passes a blue jeep, hey that’s Kevin’s car! Where is Kevin? She’s 10 feet away from me when 2 zombies come out from behind a car and grab her. One gets her shoulder, the other gets her neck. She’s down. I don’t feel bad, better here than me. I keep running. It seems like I’ve been running all day. I decide to take a shortcut down Hooper Ave instead of Berkley Street. I turn a corner and run into this huge bodybuilder zombie. I dropped my machete when I ran into him. He turns around and picks me up. I scream, a blood curdling scream, and he bites into my flesh. He attacks my neck. I feel his teeth ripping out my flesh and blood goes everywhere. Everything becomes fuzzy, and I slowly turn into one of the undead. Well nice going Lily, you just had to take the shortcut.
Since I was 2, and my dad left my mom, my whole life pretty much sucked. This damn zombie apocalypse is the only thing that really saved me. I’m in my junior year of high school, or I was. Atleast the apocalypse gives me some more time to think about college. Throughout high school I didn’t have one friend. I used to think I had no purpose on this planet. But, by me forming this group saved us. We’re a ragtag group of survivors that don’t want to end up like the rest of the world. Of course, since the ZA struck when I was in school, my group is people I know, which also happen to be people I hate. We have; Ryan, the popular quarterback. Alice, the head cheerleader. Jasmine the shy Goth. Me, the ultimate loser. Andrew, the brainiac, who everyone secretly hates. Miss. Winfield, the science teacher, and Mr. Adams, the gym teacher. We’ve been on the run for the past two months. Oh wait, isn’t Christmas soon? We salvaged supplies from our town, and the next 20 towns next to us. We started in Kentucky, and were now in Tennessee. We have fought countless zombies, but never any big hordes. I’m pretty sure Alice would shit her pants if she saw an actual horde. In case you’re wondering, we’re traveling in a school bus. We’re scattered out all over the bus. We just kind of sleep whenever we can and wherever we can on the bus. We take turns, in groups of 2, to go into minimarts and gas stations to get food and supplies. This time it’s Alice and I. Before the ZA, Alice wouldn’t even look at me. Now it seems like we’re best friends. We barely talk anymore, any of us. We’re always silent. That’s probably because we have nothing to talk about. This time we’re entering a Quik-Chek. Her weapon of choice is a bow & arrow. Who knew she could actually shoot and aim that weapon pretty well? I always go with my machete. We enter, and we automatically know it’s going to be hell in there. For starters there are about 6 zombies in there, but we take them down easily. But, there is still blood all over everything. We end up only taking a couple bottles of piss warm water, and some granola bars, and a bag of chips. We find nothing else. Sometimes we go into a store, and we will find a lot of food. Other times, we left stores with nothing in them. Even though none of us have really ever been starving, we’re all extremely thin. Suddenly, like on cue, Alice opens her big mouth and wails. I immediately cover her mouth, and take her back in the store. There is a huge amount of zombies surrounding the bus, and climbing up. I knew we should have kept driving and ignore this store! I see two zombies attack Mr. Adams face. Blood splatters all over the windshield. Miss. Winfield is running down the aisle, but the zombies grab her hair and pull her down. Ryan was trying to crawl out a bus window, but his laces got stuck and he was basically food dangling on a piece of rope for the zombies outside. Jasmine and Andrew jump off the bus, and try to run to us. They pass a tree, and 3 zombies come out and attack Jasmine. She and Andrew are still holding hands, but he has to let go and he runs to us. Alice is crying hysterically in the back, I’m completely useless staring out into the horde; Andrew is the only useful one right now. He helps Alice up, and grabs me and rushes us into the bathroom. There is one window which Andrew was hoping for. “Perfect” he mumbled. “I’ll climb out; make sure there’s none, then Alice you climb out then you Jonah.” I still stand there, but now there are tons of zombies outside the bathroom door. Andrew crawls out of the window, makes sure there’s no zombies, and Alice follows. “C’mon Jonah!” “No...You two get out of here” I hand him the machete. “You need a distraction don’t you?” Andrew smiles, and thanks me. Alice kisses me on my cheek and says her goodbyes. I make sure they’re at least a mile behind the gas station. I kick the bathroom door open, and let the zombies surround me. I have one grenade in my hand. As they’re devouring me, my last thought is, wow Jonah. This is your purpose in life. Then before I completely black out and die, I slide the pin out of the grenade.
Okay so I’m your average pothead. I like listening to weird music, and have a shit ton of tattoos. I always knew I was prepared for the ZA, but I didn’t think it would ever actually happen. I remember when it did start, even though I was faded. I was English class. I was zoning out, again, and I saw someone run across the schools front yard. I thought it was track, because I saw other people running behind the guy. Then the guy tripped and fell and I burst out laughing. Yeah, I’m a bad person. Then the others that were running behind him landed on him and tore into his back and suddenly there was blood everywhere. I screamed. Once everyone saw what I saw, they got up and ran out of the room. The school was in chaos. Teachers were eating students. Students were chasing teachers. You heard the screams of people, the click clack of heels running down the hallway, and a fire alarm. It was utter chaos. I live in like a city, so outside was just as bad. I seemed to be in a daze. I was slowly walking down my school hallway. Wow okay I’m even invisible to zombies. I saw this kid Jamie. I had a crush on him, and I think he had one on me. Well Jamie was being devoured by Mr. Johnson and some kids. My bestfriend Sadie was in the corner loudly gnawing on a leg. I suddenly realized what was happening when a zombie charged at me; I grabbed the nearest thing I saw, which was a brick. Guess the store across the street blew up. The zombie tripped like 5 feet away from me, so I smashed the brick into his head, repeatedly. I’m 99% sure he’s fully dead now. My house was like 10 blocks from the school, so for once in my life, I decided to sprint to my house. I got 2 blocks and was out of breath. God I’m out of shape. I walked the next 8 blocks. I got into my house, and no one was there. My neighborhood seemed untouched, damn. There was no one there, but a lot of dogs barking. I ran up to my room and packed a small kit. Some water, granola bars, cigarettes, a lighter, and a huge knife I found walking here, and my leather jacket. I figure that’s all I need, so I don’t over pack. I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and see another note from my sister Sarah “Went out with brad! I’ll be back around 8”. Well, she’s probably dead. Oh well. Its 5 now. Wow it’s been 5 hours since the world went to hell. I’m in the middle of shitsville, where do I go? I guess the country. Less people equal less zombie’s right? I start heading down Main Street, and that looks like a bomb went off every 10 feet. Cars are totaled, blood is everywhere, stores are broken in to, and an apartment complex is on fire. And of course there’s a few zombies surround a couple. They died holding hands. Awe how freaking cute. I crouch down behind the car, and avoid the zombies. I’m insanely loud I don’t know how they don’t hear me. Oh well. I get past them easily, and now I’m walking down some highway. I notice there is a shit ton of cars, but they’re all empty, or are covered in blood. Ugh I need a joint. I walk for the next 2 hours. It’s dark, and cold. Damn October weather. I suddenly hear moans. How are people getting laid now!? Wait, those are death moans. I stand onto of a car and look ahead of the highway. There’s no more cars, but a shit ton of zombies. I hear engines. Oh great my hero. Wait, is that the army!? The zombies all turn around to see a huge truck coming after them. Someone yells get down and I jump off the roof and land on my stomach. I hear a hail of gunfire. I look up a minute later and see all the zombies, dead again. I look into the bright lights of an army truck and someone says” HALT! She’s okay!”
As soon as the zombies started to take over, I regretted moving to NYC. There are way too many people here, which mean way too many zombies. I’m basically trapped in my apartment building. There’s me, my roommates Chris and Anya. But, earlier Anya ran out to get some bagels, and never came back. So she’s probably dead. Then our neighbors, we have the single mom Lisa, and her daughter Rose. And across the hall we have the part time stripper Jack. We all decided to gather in my apartment, great, with whatever we need to survive. Almost immediately there’s a fight. There is supposed to be 5 of us, but apparently Jack bought his “girlfriend” over last night, and she has to stay with us too. Lisa and I are against it, because she is sick, and could infect us all. None of us have no idea how you actually get infected, so we’re just being extra safe. We finally agree to her staying with us, but the minute she turns I’m stabbing her with a fire poker. For the first couple days, we pass the time by reading the few books I have and playing board games then once we played monopoly 20-freaking-times we really all needed some air. We decide it’s somewhat safe to go stand on the fire escape. Bad, Bad idea. It seems that since the fire escape is so old, it collapses under too much weight we lost Lea, Jack’s “girlfriend” and we lost Jack. None of us really knew Lea, so we didn’t feel that bad, but Jack I’ve known for several years, so I was somewhat felt bad. They died before the zombies got to them, thank god. But that only means more food for us. Selfish, yes. But it’s the truth. It’s been 2 weeks since the fire escape incident, and Rose has a cold. She got bit by a rat, and I’m starting to think she’s gonna turn Lisa swears she won’t, but Chris and I moved to the backroom, just in case. It’s now almost November 13th. My birthday is tomorrow, doubt anyone will care though. Rose is still sick, but she hasn’t turned, thank god. The morning of my birthday was pretty good; Lisa and Rose found a book they thought I would like in their apartment. It’s likely I won’t read it, but I appreciate the gift under the circumstances. Chris made us pancakes. Where he found the ingredients to that, I’ll never know. But they were the best damn pancakes I ever had. The rest of the day was extremely boring. To pass the time I usually see if I can see any zombies down there I know. One of them looks like the Broadway star Neil Patrick Harris, but I’m not certain. Then later that night, the unthinkable happened. Rose turned. At first we thought she fell asleep, and then she stopped breathing. Lisa panicked and tried to give her CPR. Rose woke up as soon as Lisa was administering CPR and bit her mother’s face. Rose was literally eating her mother’s face. I grabbed the fire poker, and stood over Lisa. I stabbed Lisa in the back of the head, and went through Rose’s head. It’s like time stopped. Chris just stood mortified by the window. He took a step back, slipped on a marble, and fell out the window. I heard him hit the ground, and the sudden moan from zombies closing in on him. I hear them crunching on his body. As I run to the window, a rat crawls out from under the couch and bites my leg. Some birthday huh? Well I don’t want to end up like Rose, so I decide why not and jump.
You think going to an Ivy League college would be good for your future. Wait what future. This zombie apocalypse had to mess my whole future up. I was going to be an actress; I was in the top acting college in the USA! I remember me and this girl Heather were the only freshman to get an actual acting part in this year’s fall play. I wonder what happened to her. For the past couple days, I haven’t seen one person that didn’t have blood on them. What am I the only human left in this state!? I haven’t killed that many zombies, maybe 5 or 6. I didn’t get into this college for acting; I got a scholarship for cross country. I’m the 6th fastest runner in my age group in the US, not to brag. I manly run and run and run. I’ve slept in sewers, on park benches, and even in an empty car. Yesterday I had to kill this young kid. He was 6 or 7. He turned, but I felt bad for him. He had no legs and was just crawling around. I couldn’t leave him there. I don’t even have that good of a weapon. I have a freaking screwdriver. But it kept me alive, so whatever. It’s not like I have many options in anything now a days. I wish I can find a working car, or even a bike! I’m trying to get to my family in Maryland. I’m about a couple states over. So I better find a car soon. I pass a drugstore, and I look in and I see around 20 people in there. Wait humans!?!? I’m about to run up to them, when I see these two guys with machine guns run in the store. At first I think they’re here to help us, but then they shoot one person. Then another. Before I know it they shoot everyone in the store. I get under a car so they don’t see me. 10 minutes later they run out of the store with 3 bags of supplies. I’m literally shaking and crying for two hours after that. If they came a minute later, I would be dead. People are sick. Why would you do that!? Haven’t you ever heard of safety in numbers!? The next morning is a cold one. I hear birds chirping, and the howling wind. I ended up sleeping under a car. It seems like a normal day, until I get up and see all the people in the drugstore turned into zombies. Huh. So you don’t need to get bit to turn? Interesting. I eat an apple I found in the farmers market down the road. The only apple that wasn’t completely spoiled. I walk a couple more miles and see this car. Like I do with every other car, I check for keys. Holy shit this one actually has some! I run to the driver’s side and pray it starts. It takes 2 tries, but it does! And it has a good amount of gasoline! Hell yeah! I finally get out of the god damn state, and into the other one. I think its Jersey. I have to go slowly around highways, so I don’t hit any cars. As I’m driving around a semi, I see a huge hoard in front of me. And of course the car stalls and stops. Shit. The zombies quickly surround my car, of course. I’m going to die. They broke through my back window and passenger side window. Figures huh, as soon as I find a car, I get eaten alive by zombies. I look for cigarettes in the center console, since all the cool people in movies die by smoking a cigarette. By the grace of god, I find a gun. Might as well blow my head off before they eat me alive. I feel glass hit the side of my face, and the break into my window. I feel them clawing at my arms and face. I pull the trigger.
So there I am, in the middle of the biggest law case of my life. He was a serial killer, accused of killing 25 people in an office building shooting. I’m about to make my final plea to put that bastard in jail, he’s pulling the “mental” act, when suddenly a crazy person storms in the courtroom. He looks homeless, but he attacks the girl all the way in the back row. Wait, is he eating her!? What is this guy on bath salts? Then there’s chaos Around 20 more insane people storm in the room and there’s blood everywhere and the judge is eating a jury member. I hear gunshots though. The cop, Mark, is calling me over to him. I take my stupid heels off and run to him. We hide in the back with other people we hear screams for the next couple minutes. Then we hear silence. No not complete silence, we hear munching. I’m the first to speak. “Okay, what the hell happened?!” “It’s the zombie apocalypse” says one of the kids, who is still unnamed. “Stop. We don’t know that. They could just have rabies” “Yeah okay, because rabies totally makes you want to eat organs” I shut up. I look to the back of the room, and threes this girl crying in the corner. I remember her, her name is Brianna. She’s one of the new interns. I go over to her to make sure she’s okay, and she scratches me! She’s one of the insane people too, and she attacks the kids next to her and bites his face off. Literally pulls his skin from his face. I’m traumatized, and Mark shoots her in the back of the head, and the kid in the eye. The other kid ran out back to the courtroom, and ended up getting attacked by the crazies out there. Mark and I creep along the walls until we’re safely out of the courtroom. The hallway is covered in blood too. I lost my voice from screaming, and Mark just isn’t talking. We get outside, and it looks like a warzone. There’s people screaming and gunshots. We see people eating other people. A house blows up in the distance. We decide to try to get to Mark’s apartment a couple of block down. I wonder where my sister is. Is she safe? I hope she is. She and I have been best friends for like ever. All these memories come back to me and flood my mind of people I love. And knowing that most of them are probably dead, I breakdown. I start bawling my eyes out. Mark tries to quiet me and make me feel better, but I’m extremely depressed now. But then I think what if they saw me right now. They would tell me to keep going, for them. I got to survive for them. So I get up, and get my shit together. Mark offers me some water, and I take small sips. His apartment is only 5 blocks of the courthouse, but the first two blocks are littered with bodies and zombies it’s amazing that we survive them. I trip many times, and my feet are bleeding. I think I twisted my ankle, but there’s nothing I can do now, so I ignore the pain. Mark say’s he sees’s his apartment in the distance. So we go into full sprint. He’s a few feet ahead of me. As we’re passing a store, he gets past the door, but zombies pile out and fall on top of me. I can feel them eating me alive. I can feel every bite and scratch. I hear Mark’s muffled screams and gunshots. I look up, see one zombie over me. It’s a girl. She had blonde hair, and looks about seventeen. She’s missing half of her cheek. She attacks my face, and like that, I’m dead.
So, I’m your average college drop out. I couldn’t handle the pressure, and didn’t like college at all, so I just dropped out. Where am I working now? A Costco. Life accomplisher right here. So it’s your average Halloween. There’s candy all over the store, and there’s so many last minute candy buyers. The only people working are me and this girl Jenny. We’re kind of friends, but out of work we don’t talk at all. Well anyway the day is beyond boring, and the women I’m checking out looks insanely sick. I ask if she’s okay, and she pukes blood all over the conveyor belt and my work apron. She falls to the floor. Jenny rushes over to me to help pick the lady up, and she tries to bite us. We push her away, and she attacks the old man behind her. She bites his nose clean off, and she’s eating it! People run and scream, and suddenly that same thing is happening all over the store. Jenny and I run to the employee’s lounge she tries dialing 911, but no calls are going through. She keeps trying to call someone, and I change my shirt. I don’t even know what’s happening. We hear screams outside. We don’t dare open the door for anyone. We hear people screaming for us to open the door, and then we hear screams of pain. Jenny is on the couch crying. And I’m at the table. Shaking. After 10 minutes I realize what’s happening. “Jenny, did you get bit or scratched?” “No, I don’t think so. Why?” “Because if you did then it means you got scratched. That’s good. We’re both safe.” “Safe? Safe! Do you see what’s happening outside!?” “Jenny, we need to get weapons and get out of here” I go to the draw and grab the butcher knife. “Here take this” I hand it to her. She’s hesitant at first, but grasps it and is ready to fight. I go for the flare gun. It’s not much, but it’ll work. I slowly open the door, and the smell of death comes up to my nose. There are dead bodies all around us. I go first, then Jenny. We slowly creep out into the store. “Okay Jenny, we’re gonna go to the truck in the back and get out of here” I whisper to her. “Okay” she mumbles back. All the zombies have suddenly disappeared. We stop into the manager’s officer to grab the truck keys. His body is there, his head isn’t. You never realize how big a store is until you’re actually running for your life through it. We’re almost to the back when I feel someone grab my back. I throw the keys to Jenny and turn around to see who it is. I didn’t see the face, but I felt the teeth sink into my neck “Jenny…run! Save yourself” I mutter. I see her scream, and then run for the car. I fall to the ground, and more zombies crowd around me. I feel them dig into my stomach and actually rip my intestines out. One grabs my jaw and rips it off. That’s when I die.
I was so ready for the zombie apocalypse. Like, maybe too ready. But I didn’t think it would happen when I’m in the middle of buying clothes. The mall may be the worse place to be in ever when the zombie apocalypse starts. Atleast I’ll get free clothes now. Woo. I hear screams and I instantly think oh great a crazy gunman is in the mall. Well I wish it was a gunman. It’s just an overly obese man attacking a waiter. No big deal. People are trying to run out of the mall, but get this. The escalators blow up, and people start getting sucked into the actual escalator. So looks like I have to take the stairs now. I just can’t win today. So as I’m running down the stairs, a zombie is running up the stairs. I decide to pull a ninja move and jump over the edge. I landed in the ball pit, and the zombie followed. Atleast I can crawl out of it, he can’t. I’m making my way to an exit, when the army quarantines the mall. So there is no way what so ever I can get out. 90 percent of the malls population turned into insane cannibals? People all around me are freaking out, some crying. What am I the only calm one? I run to the sports store, and grab a metal bat. This should be good. I cannot be stuck in this mall for much longer so I go to the food court, smash the glass doors with the bat and walk out. I basically saved the day. I also smashed the vending machine before and stole a gym bag so I’m set for the next couple of days. I walk out of the parking lot, which is huge. And I get to the main highway. It’s nighttime already. I’m walking down the highway and thank you Jesus an army truck saves me. SO, we’re driving down the highway and in front of us we see a horde. The machine guns easily take out all the zombies, when I hear one army guy yell “HALT! She’s okay!” Woah. Another human! They bring her in the back and she sits across from me. “Hey I’m Tyler” “I’m Katelynn” she seems pissed, so I don’t continue the conversation. We end up both falling asleep and when the guy tells us to get out we think he’s just kicking us out. But no, we’re in a camp! “Maria will show you to your tent. You’ll have to share it with other people, but the tent is big enough.” We get off the huge army truck and Maria walks us to a tent. Before we get there we have to stop at the medical tent to make sure we’re not infected. This consists of a very personal physical, and a blood sample. I’d say it’s like 20 by 20, so big enough for like 10 people. “Here you are. I’ll be back in 10 minutes to bring you guys your food. Be nice. We can easily kick you guys out of the camp. We get into the camp and this huge guy introduces himself.”Hello I’m mark. That’s Kevin.” He points to a kid with a college sweatshirt on. “That’s Andrew and Alice” he points to a couple, the girl has dirty blonde hair, and the boy has big glasses and looks Cuban. “That’s Anya” he points to a woman in her sweats, she looks like she’s from the city. “And that’s Jenny” he points to pretty blonde with a Costco name tag. Mark himself is a huge cop. “Hey I’m Katelynn” “and I’m Tyler. Just as I finish my sentence, I hear a women scream. Then I see a man running and yelling “ZOMBIES! THEY GOT IN! EVERYONE RUN!” looks like I’m stuck with these people for longer than expected. Great.