[ 22 Sep: Zone 1 Objective 4 ]
I remember the night of the outbreak I was on the clock. I'd been late with my close because some customers just wouldn't leave, and then the computer wasn't working. Maybe that was a sign of what was to come. I missed my bus, the power went out, and then when the next one came it was late and there was screaming.
It crashed, I remember, and the people poured out pursued by infected. They got into the road, and al the traffic stopped in the panic. Cars pulled up and stopped every which way, They were trying to flee but the panicking crowd stopped them. Infected everywhere, and undying beginning to rise from where people killed the infected while they were defending themselves. I ran. I didn't know where I was running to until I remembered I had my store keys. I got into the mall again and let in some other survivors and in the darkness we navigated with cell phones until we reached the open part of the mall and they scattered. I hid.
The following weeks were filled with panic and looting. I don't know why anyone thought it would be a good idea to smash in my glass and take the video games where it wouldn't help them survive. When things calmed down, I donated some of my shelving to the barricades and tried to help where I could. It was mostly reinforcement for the barricades, but one day a portion came down and the infected got in. We saw the people panic again, and as we fought them off some of the survivors, too were infected. Some of them killed themselves before they could turn, but they just came back again as undying. We managed to drive them back and lock them into a few of the stores, but we didn't have many supplies left after that. We had to ration to survive as long as we could. The water wasn't clean anymore, we began to loot the clothing stores just for clean clothes, the food court reeked of food that had gone bad when the power went down.
We filled our time reinforcing the barricades and trying to make our lives as comfortable as we could. Some people got lost in the IKEA and were never seen again, but for the most part we managed to furnish our cramped, shared living spaces and survive. And then Guy found the master keys. He had an announcement, we had seven days to go before this would all be over.
We can only hope that there's rescue at the end of all this. Though I fear that by the seventh day, we may all be hoping for death instead.
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