victim // gwi-nam

one

My breath heaved dryly as I tried not to break down in tears. I had safely gotten into the supply closet, my newly-turned friend growling for a chunk of my flesh on the other side of the door.

Just a few hours ago I was in science class. Now I'm alone in a closet with a pile of flesh-eaters just on the other side.

I don't have a cell phone, and when I called for help before I'd lost it, the emergency workers wouldn't even believe me. If they had come to check on me, they were probably dead. I wondered if this virus had spread to the city by now.

Fucking emergency workers. You thought I was joking? A rage boiled in my chest. I knew they'd regret it because by now it was too late. They could've stopped it if they'd came before it got crazy.

I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees and breathed shakily. All my friends were dead.

I suddenly heard the sound of piercing skin, and heard a slightly familiar sound of my friend's - now monstrous - scream. Blood began to pool under the door and soak into my skirt.

I gasped and cursed to myself, scooting away and bringing my hand to my mouth in disbelief and disgust.

The door began to rattle against the lock. I heard the curse of a stressed man. And a quiet, quick knock.

"Let me in. Please." His voice sounded desperate.

I didn't answer. I really didn't want to open the door.

"I fucking know someone's in there, I heard you—please let me in."

I stayed as silent as I could. I didn't want to risk anything.

The door rattled harder and I heard the snarls of zombies drawing closer.

"You selfish fucker!!" I heard him cry and the hopeless slam of his fist against the door.

Fuck.

I stood up and unlocked the doorknob. I pulled the door open to find an unfamiliar face. He made eye contact with me and desperately shot through the door. I shut it just in time as right after I heard the slam of bloody hands all over the door.

He paced back and forth and breathed vocally, looking like he was in disbelief.

"Are you bitten?" I asked him sternly.

"What? No. I've been hiding but I knocked over a water bottle and they all ran after me."

I didn't quite trust him. He eventually sat down across from me and sighed loudly.

"Thank you. Really. I would've given up if you didn't open the door because that shit is too scary to deal with alone. I might as well die from fright before they even get the chance to rip my face off."

"Did you kill that one outside the door?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said as he was still fighting to catch his breath.

I was quiet. "That was my friend."

"She doesn't look very friendly," he tried to idiotically bring light into the conversation. I didn't answer.

"Oh shit," he said after a moment, grabbing a ledge to help himself up. "You picked a good hiding spot."

I looked up and noticed for the first time a shelf filled with drinks and snacks. The sight made my mouth water and my stomach hurt.