I opened the door slowly, the sun was brighter then I remember it being. It seemed like fates way of telling me to stay inside.

Either way, I took the steps to go outside. I looked around just to make sure I didn’t see anything strange. No creatures, that’s a good sign. I closed the door slowly behind me, making sure to not make a sound. I started to creep down the stairs. I kept looking around, I don’t know what these ‘infected’ look like and I really don’t want to find out.

The parking lot is empty. There are a lot of cars in the parking lot but no people which is very odd for an apartment complex. Usually by now there are kids running around playing and people walking to and from their parking spaces. I am getting to the edge of the parking lot I look down the street and still see no signs of anything. It must not be as bad as all that, just the news networks working people into an undo state of panic. Bastards. I pull out my cell phone again, no new text messages. I sent K a new text.

“Still on my way.”

I don’t want her to worry too much about me. Turning out of the parking lot, I start to walk down the street.

Man, I could use a smoke. I pulled out a Marlboro and light it up. I must look like a tourist, puffing and walking down the street. I keep looking and looking, expecting the boogie man to show up and attack. All this stress cannot be good for me.

The parking lot comes to a fork, and I have the option of turning right and going straight out to the main road, or left towards a back road into a residential neighbourhood. My eyes flit right and in the process, I sweep across the devastation cluttering the street. There are cars on fire and people screaming all down the street and I instinctively flinch towards the back road. I have never wanted to NOT go somewhere as much as I don’t want to step foot on that road. The most logical option is obviously the side road where no one is burning alive. I get halfway down the street and I see a shadow in front of me. That can’t be good.

“Hey buddy.” I said, waving my arm above my head.

He doesn’t say a word back, he just stood there and looked right at me. I stopped where I stood. I couldn’t see more then just a shadowed figure in front of me. But that does not mean I wanted to stick around. I started to back up. That’s where things got weirder.

I moved back and the figure shuffled forward. Slowly, its hands rose up, almost like a twisted hug. That’s when I heard it moan – scream and start to shuffle faster, that’s when I decided to haul ass out and run.

Now, smokers have never been known as the most athletic bunch or the most willing to run but when I saw this thing chasing me, the fire street didn’t seem like such a bad idea. It very well was the absolute best option as long as I didn’t have to stick around and let that thing catch me.

I got to my original fork and that thing was still behind me. I had to stop to catch my breath but I knew that was going to give that freak a chance to grab me and… do whatever it wanted to do to me. So I kept going, despite the protestations of my screaming lungs, and I look over towards the main road with a silent prayer that the fires had magically gone out and the world had returned to being the place I recognised.

The screaming had stopped but I now saw the same shuffling bastards crawling and staggering all over the fucking place. I look and see a parking lot looming right out in front of me. Maybe I could cut through there. Damn K for living in the middle of a city while I lived on the outskirts.

I sprinted towards the parking lot as fast as I could. Maybe, if I ran fast enough, I could just cut right through it, past the fires, and lose the shuffling thing, and its friends that would certainly show up.

I got to the lot and cars are littered all over the place. Man, those places are creepy when absolutely NO people are actually in them. Guess most people listened to the reporters on the TV, unlike me. I took a second to catch my breath and look at my phone. The text message alert had shown up and I open up my messages.

“I’m waiting, slow-ass.” K sent another message. I had to smile. Don’t worry K, I’m on my way.