Thomas' Super Scary Zombie Apocalypse Story
The lovely crescendo of my phone alarm jolted me awake and filled my heart with the usual morning hatred of that abhorred euphony. Its was an ordinary Tuesday morning, this means waking up twenty minutes early so I could rush together a plaster-like lunch and drive peacefully in the barren five o' clock traffic to tutor math I don't fully understand. At this rather recent point in my life, I still didn't quite understand how the defrost worked, despite the big button on my dashboard, so my window was glazed ever so slightly with a questionable mist that limited my visibility. I'm a safe driver, I promise. Anyways, I was cruising main street at fifty when I sent a hooded figure dressed in dark clothes flying across the road. Naturally I was mortified, what kind of society do we live in where people think its okay to cross the road at night in dark clothes? I rushed to make sure the body didn't need any help, then continued on my way to school. Bored out of my mind already by the uneventful day that lay ahead, I turned on the radio to drown my sorrows in empty noise. Suddenly, the mumble of an emergency radio broadcast peaked my attention. "*Beep* The National Centers For Disease Control Reports The Rogue Patient Who Escaped Government Quarantine Has Been Found Dead In Downtown Lexington Kent-" Boring... I parked my car on the hill, making sure to leave just enough space between me and the next car that someone would try and fail to parallel park between us. Stepping out in the comfortable, chilly air, I made my the last of my arduous commute in leisure.
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