All I can hear is the growl of my stomach and the sound of my best friend scratching at my door. Well, what used to be my best friend, now she is a flesh-eating zombie and the right now the flesh she craves is mine. I am the only one left unaffected by this horrendous. Luckily, I had just enough time to grab a few items before I locked myself in my room. I have a bag of can goods, a gallon of water, two small knives, and a baseball bat for protection.
Once the bells on the other side of campus ring, indicating another hour has passed, all of the zombies will make their way toward the sound. This will give me the opportunity to make my first my food run. I will sneak down the hallway to the stairwell that connects to the