Thought about leaving earlier but there’s too many of them outside the doors. It’s like they know I’m in here.
I can’t get ahold of my family. Phone just rings at my older sister’s house and when I call my little sister I just get a recording. No word from my parents either. And I’m worried about Richard. Last time I talked to him he sounded really out of it.
Oh crap, I smell smoke. Yes, it’s definitely smoke. And it’s not the smoke from across the river; this is closer. Shit. It’s coming in from under the door to the bathrooms – I can see it creeping in around that file cabinet I shoved over there. The damn building’s on fire. I wonder if it’ll take out all the zombies before it makes its way over here.