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[FomeRubr555]

Mia Lucy had only just entered the airport. She had arrived with her employer, but soon lost him in the crowds of others like him wearing business suits. Unlike him, however, Mia certainly stood out as the only one in the airport bold enough to wear a french maid uniform in broad daylight. This, of course, brought her stares, but she was used to it. Despite being pretty shy, she did enjoy dressing up, and after being a cosplay enthusiast for most of her young life, she had learned to ignore them.

But of course, there were always the stares that Mia could not avoid. Stares which would inevitably lead to being more than stares. Stares from the more perverted types who felt the need to touch instead of just look. Right now, she caught the attention of one such person. From about twenty feet away, she could feel his piercing gaze. Almost menacing. He hadn't taken his eyes off her for a while now. He stood there, feet apart, arms down at his sides with fingers flexed. He seemed to be breathing hard and his face and front of shirt were covered in what appeared to be some kind of tomato sauce or ketchup. These alone were enough to set him apart from the usual "weird" person, and he gave her a strange feeling.

Suddenly the man began running at her. But he didn't just run. His arms out in front he charged at a full sprint. Still, Mia was not deterred. She readied herself. When he finally got within close range, she unleashed a well-aimed high kick that brought her heel into his chin, showing off her years of experience practicing such a thing. With his head brought to a screeching halt, and his legs still moving forward, he topped backwards, head-first into the floor.

It was only at that moment Mia finally noticed something was wrong. The familiar smell, the dark red stain...
"Blood...?" She said, stepping back. Fear began to take shape in her mind. Suddenly she heard a gunshot in the distance. This, too, was a familiar sound to her, and she knew that immediately she would have to take cover. As she looked around for a place to hide, she noticed the man she had knocked down getting back up. Scenes from old science fiction films and Japanese anime flashed through her mind. Fear turned to panic, she turned around and ran to the nearest shop.

Glancing behind her occasionally, she noticed the strange man getting closer to her. She could hear that he was making some kind of primal yell as he moved, like a beast chasing down its pray. With only about 5 feet separating them, she suddenly heard him fall. Looking behind her, she noticed that a large crowd of panic was rushing out of the airport, and a helpless woman from that crowd happened to run into her pursuer. Still running, she reached a store. Some kind of pharmacy, it seemed. As she closed the door behind her, she took a peek at the fate of the woman who had saved her. It seemed someone had been chasing that woman too, and that "zombie" - a word that Mia could not help but have in her mind - was now proceeding to bite her in the shoulder and back, meanwhile Mia's original chaser was still on the ground, but taking bites out of her leg. Too unreal for her, but her instincts still making her act faster than her mind could process this gruesome scene. She closed the door behind her.

However, a third monstrous human spotted her and proceeded to chase after her. She knew the door wouldn't hold such a thing, so she looked for the nearest place she could hide. A supply closet in the back. Thankfully unlocked, too. Mia went inside and closed the door. It was a small space with barely enough room for her to move. There wasn't much inside except for a mop. She looked inside the wheeled luggage, which she just now realized she had been pulling around the entire time, but had completely forgotten she was even grabbing due to her fear. However, she didn't find much inside other than a change of clothes and a first aid kit that she took everywhere. She grabbed the mop next to her, being the only line of defense she had, and was far too scared to realize the humor in a maid using a mop to fight. After some time the monster seemed to come in, but didn't know where she was at. She could hear it approaching closer, slowly skulking around outside her door, letting inhuman grunting noises and groans escape on occasion. Closer, and closer, she held the mop close to her body like it represented her life itself...

Then there was another noise. Mia heard something contrasting to the monstrous sounds in the airport. Human-like grunts and crashing of shelves, it sounded almost like someone was knocking over the various displays. After a moment, the zombie outside her door seemed to spot the other being in the room, and let out a hiss-like roar.

She heard the other person in the store say something. It sounded like something along the lines of "bring it on!", but she couldn't be entirely sure through the door. Still, it was something distinctly human, and she thought it might be someone who could save her. Shakily, she managed to open the door, and noticed a young man struggling with the monster. A metal studded belt in hand, he looked as if he was going to take it on with his bare hands.

Mia stood frozen in awe and fear at the back of the room as she witnessed this spectacle, mop in hands, not daring to approach until it was over.

[DAH!]

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A pretty country song was playing. Peter found himself on all fours in the living room of his house. He looked around at everything...as it was...as it should have been. He looked over to his left at the radio - it was on and playing a country station that his dad was partial to. He kept turning his head - to the window with a good inch of snow on the sill and the sun setting, the fireplace crackling away, various light-fixtures and pieces of furniture that he recognized, his dad sitting in the recliner reading a newspaper. Over the music, he heard distant screaming and chaos...and another sound much more noticeable, closer; a man crying, and struggled speaking in a language Peter didnt recognize. Peter obviously noticed this, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was coming from - maybe the radio? - ...but it didn't particularly bother him; the country song kept playing and it was far more comforting. He kept turning his head only to look down the hallway towards the kitchen where the light was on, and sounds of clinking pots and pans were coming from - Mommy must be cooking dinner, he thought. He then looked straight down at the floor, noticed how comfortable the carpet was in his fingers...but then wondered why he was on all fours in the first place...or even how he had gotten into the living room or why he was there. While pondering this, he looked up expecting something about his surroundings to be different, but everything was almost the same as when he first looked. The sun was almost gone, the song was almost finished, and he could still faintly hear the screaming. He looked up to where his dad was behind the newspaper and spoke, "Daddy, why are people screaming?" His dad lowered the newspaper enough to show his head, merely looked at Peter and winked. As his dad raised the newspaper again, the radio abruptly turned off after the song had ended and an old southern mans voice sounded "hehe, thats real pretty". At this, Peter noticed several things happen at once - the noise from the kitchen ended causing the screaming, chaos, and nearby sobbing to be the last remaining sounds, the sun finally fell below the horizon causing a certain darkness within the room even though the fire was glowing and the lights were on, and he noticed something else in the room - his mommy was standing in the far corner of the living room with her back to Peter...at least he thought it was his mommy. Wondering now how he could have missed her before, he called out, "Mommy?" ...no one answers or moves. He looks over at his daddy who's still reading his newspaper..."Daddy?" He still doesnt speak but this time he doesn't even lower the newspaper. Peter looks from his daddy back towards his mommy, looking closer...noticing that her arms looked paler than normal, her clothes were torn, and her hair was all dirty...looked very slimy and red..."like someone hit her head with a pole," said the radio in that same southern voice. This scared Peter into a standing position, which brought with it blinding pain.

Peter found himself halfway between sitting up and laying down in an air duct. The soft touch of the carpet replaced by the flat, cold feeling of the metal. The light and visual comfort of his living room replaced with the depth-less length of the air duct, which his flashlight barely pierced. He was scared and in pain, but he couldnt help notice how quiet it was. He was well aware there wasn't supposed to be any music, or sounds of pots and pans clinking (though he couldnt figure out why he would expect such a sound)...and the distant screaming was still reverberating through the air ducts...but there should have been something else...a mans voice had disappeared. Peter thought on this as he recovered from the pain in his head. After a few seconds, he realized just how thirsty he was...he needed to get out and find a water fountain...but he REALLY wanted some apple juice. A lingering memory upturned in his head...a memory of his mother reminding him to take his medication after he was done going to the bathroom. He started crying a bit, but cocentrated on the mission and not the memory - to get out of the duct and find something to drink....so he started crawling, looking for an exit...

[drakk]

As Marcus regained his composure, he noticed that the people he just murdered weren't hired hitmen. He stared at them, beginning to feel anxiety of what he had just done. Trying to remain calm, he looked around and noticed that something was very wrong. Quickly, he reached in the pockets of the people he had just slain, to take their wallets and keys.

"F' this. I'm outta here. I don't wanna be around no place that'll have cops swarming it in no time." Marcus said aloud.

He eyed Gretchen and quickly grabbed her. "You're my insurance in case any trouble happens" He informed Gretchen, as he began to drag her slightly quicker than her usual pace.

Meanwhile Dick proceeded to follow Marcus and Gretchen.

[Aeoneth]

The plane began to lower. Drake Morian began to rise from his rest, his freshly rested eyes looked out the window. There was the airport the plane was stopping at. One plane was already docked, 'so well be landing on the second tarmac' he thought. As the plane got closer Drake began to see something odd in the windows. It had a slightly red shine.

The plane touched down on the tarmac and rested. The terminal passage linked up to the door and the passengers started to get out. Drake finally got up and took his iPod out of his pocket. The battery was dead. 'Of course it is,' he thought, 'Its just my luck.' He coughed. 'Damnit that dust and smoke from those training exercises rally messed up my lungs.' He coughed again. He left the plane door and headed down the terminal passage.

The terminal itself was deathly quiet and the lights were out. Now he knew what the red shine in the windows was. "Oh my God." He crossed himself and exclaimed out loud. "Why is there blood on the windows?"

One of the other passengers replied. "Jesus, did terrorists strike here?"

Drake examined the area. With the lights out his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness. From what he could see there were no scorch marks, but now he began to notice the bodies on the floor. "I don't think it was terrorists. Believe it or not i think the people here ate each other." He examined one of the closer bodies. "This guy has blood all over himself and especially around his mouth."

A shriek then echoed down the terminal. It wasn't a noise a human could make, it was too eerie. Some of the other passengers were visibly disturbed by it. Drake began to look for a security check in. He found it, with the door busted down. Inside sat something that comforted him slightly, a combat knife. He didn't bother wondering how it got there, all he knew was with the bodies on the floor a combat knife seemed very friendly right now.

Then hell broke loose. The shrieks returned, only significantly louder. Then four or five people ran around the corner. Their screams were most definitely human. Mob mentality kicked in and the passengers on Drake's plane began running in the same direction the new people were running in. Drake decided he might as well join them, since he didn't know what he was fighting.

"Lord, give me strength," he prayed.

[Goergyboy]

Aashif waited worryingly by the vent exit, his mind blank of thought other then to just stand there and look menacing. After what seemed an eternity he was relieved to hear the noise getting fainter and fainter. With that threat currently out of the way he made sure it was not going to be a threat again by blocking the vent with whatever he could find. It was only now, with the current threats over, that he took figured out where he was, it was a hotdog stand, and he was in the storage room. SUDDENLY PIGS, EVERYWHERE, THOUSANDS OF THEM!

Aashif could feel the mental break down getting stronger and stronger. This unholy, unclean, uncivilized, and unsafe place was going to be his last. He cried a little more at the thought of it.

"America sucks."

[Aeoneth]

The crowd had stopped running. Adrenaline could only sustain prolonged muscle use for so long. They decided to rest for a quick minute as some of the more physically fit people grabbed whatever they could to defend themselves. Bit by bit others also grabbed items, mops, chairs, suitcases, whatever they could get their hands on. Whether it was to defend themselves now or later. As the shrieks got louder bit by bit the people got more and more nervous. They saw Drake round the corner of the terminal wall, some were spooked and thought he was one of the things making the shrieks, others recognized him as one of them and yelled to him to hurry and join them.

Drake didn't hesitate, he ran over and helped the passengers tip over some tables. It looked like they were in one of the food courts of the airport.

'That must mean there's and exit somewhere around here.' Drake thought. He was about to ask if anyone knew where the exit might be, when suddenly the shrieking stopped. Drake had only heard a quiet like this once. And last time, it was during a training exercise and some one had died.

The quiet lasted for what seemed to be an eternity, but then slowly a noise began to rise. 'It's like twenty, no maybe thirty voices all grumbling in hunger,' Drake thought, as he grew uneasy about the thought.

The grumbling grew louder and louder. Any people who didn't already have a weapon scrounged for whatever they could grasp. Drake saw someone grab a newspaper. 'Like that'll help you, friend.' He thought.

More and more the grumbling grew louder still. Then they all saw it, the things that were making the noise. The figures rounded the corner Drake had passed no more than 5 minutes ago. They seemed like humans, but ran full sprint at the group. As they got closer some began to see blood all over their bodies, and mouths seemed to foam in hunger. A couple people said they recognized relatives or lovers, and ran to embrace the figures. However, there was no love from them. The people that ran out first were grabbed, punched, kicked, bitten and scratched. Some were even disembowled right on the spot. Those that initially ran out, but were not dead yet immediately turned around and ran back to the crowd, a couple were knocked over and swarmed by the figures, others made it safely.

The crowd knew that they would most likely die on the spot, still they decided that they would go down only after taking as many of the figures as they could with them. Once the two groups were within reach of each other the fight began. Drake was one of the first to fight, since he had joined in on the front of the group. He lunged his arm out, brandishing the combat knife he had earlier acquired, and stabbed the first attacker in the heart. 'A killing blow,' he thought. Yet the attacker kept on swinging at him. Drake retracted the knife and slashed at him. Still the attacker swung at him. Drake tried again at a lunge but still to no avail. Suddenly he saw another attacker go down. The neck twisted around. 'They couldn't be,' he thought. 'No, there's no such things as zombies.' Still something urged him to attack the head. So he did he slashed again at the neck this time and slit the throat if his attacker. Still alive. He tried again cutting deeper this time. Still alive, but his assailant seemed more sluggish now. He tried one final time, again at the neck. Amazingly the knife cut through, whether it had cut the bone or just found its way between the vertebrae of the neck, he didn't care all he knew was that the assailant had been beheaded. The assailant dropped, finally dead. As Drake ran at another, he yelled out, "Everyone, make sure you break their neck or behead them or whatever. These things don't seem to die unless you do."

The people seemed to take this to heart, Jabs at the head were made, Swings at the cranium. One by one, the assailants fell, although the people that were defending themselves also seemed to fall. Still the assailants fell faster and soon there was no more.

"Think that's all of em?" asked one person.
"I dont know," replied another. This man bent over one of the assailants. "Christ, Sheila. Damnit, what happened to you."
"Be at ease friend," interjected Drake, "she's in God's hands now."
"Shut up, you," snapped the man. "For all we know its because of you that they tried to kill us."
"That's right," said another, "He was the last one to come around that corner, and then those bastards came in. Thanks to him, my fiance's dead."
"Yeah, I saw that too," said another.
"But, he told us how to kill them," defended someone else.
"Yeah, I heard him yell out to crush the head," confirmed another.
"I already knew that," retorted the first man. "I killed like six of them."
"Be that as it may, why didn't you inform anyone and make it easier on everyone?" asked Drake now getting angered.
"I was going to until you yelled it out," retorted the man.

The crowd that remained standing, began to elevate their voices as they squabbled. The argument would have continued, if it had not been for the eerie shrieks that rose from deeper in the airport.

"I don't think, that was all of them." murmured one person.
"Gee, Sherlock. You think?" mocked the first man. "I say we tie up this bastard and leave him to these... zombies, as bait so the rest of us can get out."

A murmur of agreement rose up from the crowd.

"How can you do that?" inquired one woman. "He has just as much a right to live as anyone."

Another murmur of agreement rose up.

"We might die, otherwise." retorted someone from the offensive side.
A louder murmur of agreement rose up from the offensive side.

"You might die even if you do tie me up," replied Drake.
A louder murmur from the defensive side rose.
"Either way, we can't predict the future, so we might as well work together for now." continued Drake.

"Go to hell." replied the man that lead the offensive group as he lunged forward and punched Drake in the mouth.

Drake staggered back.

"You ass," Drake exclaimed. "Can't you see we're already in hell?"

"Correction, you're in hell. I'm getting out, anyone who wants to live follow me." replied the offensive leader as he stormed down the terminal.
Most of the people followed him. All that was left with Drake was three people.

"Are you alright?" asked the woman who had earlier come to his aid.
"My lip feels a little swollen but I'll be fine," replied Drake, "Thank you all for defending me."
"Don't worry about it mate. To be honest, I didn't like the look of that guy anyway," said the only remaining man, besides Drake. "By the way, my names Mickey."
"Thanks, Mickey. And who are you, my dear lady?" inquired Drake.
"My name's Jennifer. And this is my friend, Jenna." replied the lady as she introduced herself and the other woman.
"Thank you, Jen and ... Jen. My name's Drake." said Drake.
"It was no problem. Your lip looks like its swelling more. Come on there's a hot dog vendor over here. You can get something to put that on ice."

Then the shrieks returned, louder this time.

"Yeah and that freezer is probably really secure too," said Mickey as he followed them to the hot dog stand.

[To be continued...]

[O'Doyle]

Joel was giving the cashier at McDonald's a hard time. "Lemme get ah..... err..... OK! I want a chicken Mc.... no wait! I want a double quarter pounder with cheese. But just half of that with cheese. And, a coke with no ice."

"Will that be for here or togo?"

"Uhm.... for here." "No, wait, togo. Togo, yeah. Bet!"

Joel was excited. He'd never been on an airplane before. He has arrived in Seattle for an American Idol audition. All his life, his dream was to be a rapper, and he was going to show the judges that he had the "flow". He took his food to a table in the restaurant.

" I be, I be, the LIC,
The lover in charge of this whole ---' thing
I rule the school with my rhyming machine
You don't know shit, if you don't know what I mean."

Joel was pleased with himself as he ate. The McDonald's at the airport was completely unremarkable. People eager to get somewhere only come in here to pass the time. Emotionless faces everywhere like neutral cardboard cutouts. Life is suspended in-between flights. Time stops and seems to scrape past like fingers on a chalkboard. Joel is oblivious.

He is about to make a rhym with jism as a gunshot splinters the air as it cracks out. Joel hits the floor. His food goes everywhere. He ducks under the table frozen with fear. As his mind scrambles for an explenation, his mouth starts to mouth the words "Drive by." As he registers the words his mind begins to attach to the thought. "DRIVE BY! It's a drive by!" He screams. His hands automatically shrinking up into a default Westside gang sign. The restaurant is in chaos. Shouting and violent sounds fill the air. People are running and falling, and fighting. Shrill, unnatural screams.

He stays under the table for several minutes. Only when it becomes quiet does he even look up. "What's going on?" He shouts.

There is only silence. He can see stains all over the floor around him. But, no one is around. Tables are turned over. The scene is in total disarray. He slowly crawls out from under the table to find an empty McDonalds. No customers, no employees. "What the gently caress?!" He is more pissed than confused. All he can think about is American Idol. His travel plans might be hindered by this occurance. He walks out into the airport. Empty.

As he scans the place, he notices a gun on the floor. He is filled with excitement. He rushes over to pick it up. It is a Glock 17. "Hell yeah!" Typical standard issue for police officers. He immediately turns it sideways as he points it around the airport. He sees a mirror and runs over to model his new accessory, tucking into the front of his pants so the handle sticks out.

He is not curious, not surprised, not alarmed by anything that has happened. He is totally oblivious apart from American Idol. He decides that he's been in the airport too long. He's got to make it to his audition. He heads away from the McDonald's to try and find a taxi...

[The fool. Falling through life, one ledge at a time]

[Bawb Dohl]

Gabe had just woken up a moment ago, brushed his teeth, and decided to go downstairs to watch the news. It was same ol,same ol just like Gabe likes it. Reports of scandalous celebrity antics, a small child is missing "Oh that is terrible, I hope they are ok." he says in response, cannibals in the airport "wait,WHAT!?!?" he shouted startled. After a few more minutes, now aware of the situation. "I have to get to the church! The shepard must tend to his flock in this time of need.". Gabe walked down to the church to prepare for what he thinks will be hordes of people wanting to repent for their sins.When he arrives he can see there are already some people there, old man Simon Richards has come to pray as is his daily schedule, along with his wife Claudia. "Simon, good to see you and your wife made it." Gabe says with a welcoming tone, "We just came from the airport Father. The people have gone crazy, one even bit Claudia." Simon stated. Gabe, startled by the news goes to the custodial closet to retrieve some of the first aid he keeps on hand in case of emergencies, "That is one nasty bite Claudia you may want to go to the hospital". "Oh, I am fine Father. I'll live." Claudia responds, "Then why do you both look so grim?" Gabe inquires. "Ya see Father......" Simon starts to say " I killed a man today.". Gabe stunned by the news that such a kind old man like Simon would do such a horrible thing. "What happened Simon? You can tell me." Gabe said reassuringly, "Well, like I said Father. They bit Claudia, they wouldn't stop. And then they tried to attack me." Simon confessed. Gabe although still stunned is reassured by Simon's confession. "Well, you were defending yourself and your wife. I would have done the same in a heartbeat. If you are put on trial I'll do my best to see they are linient if you are not aquited." Gabe says, "Thank you Father." Simon replies. Although glad to see his friend is ok Gabe is still worried about what is to come, so he decides to barricade the windows with the pews with the help of Simon and Claudia. And another part of him is worried about Claudia's bite, it looks infected. Gabe with a strong sense of duty grabs his trusty old Bible and begins reciting the Good Word.

[EricFong]

(bad grammar warning)Just like a usually day, Eric stay in school, study. Nothing unusual happen.

After school, Eric walk to bus stop, but never see and bus and people come across him, so he start worried and run back to home.

After about 28 minute, he reach his neighborhood, he saw his friend slowly walking toward him, he try to find out something about his friend, but it grab him in the shoulder and try to bite him, so Eric just get his bag off and lose it grip...