Tuesday, October 27, 2015

An incident that will hopefully NOT take place tomorrow- Annie Deitz, blog post #10

(Although I do not watch this show or know who this character is, this blog post is in honor of Glenn from The Walking Dead. RIP man)

Imagine:
I'm in school, walking down the hallway with my friend Zaynab.* Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream pierces through the sound of shuffling feet and unnecessarily shouted expletives. Both mildly concerned and amused, Zaynab and I (along with a majority of the student population currently commuting to their classes) follow the scream in attempt to find it's owner. The trail leads the curious students to the downstairs girl's bathroom. Here, on the floor, stiff as a board, lays a young girl. Next to her crouches her murderer, another young girl, feasting on her brains. By the girl's complexion and rotting appendages, we can tell that she is a zombie. And the first of many to come. The zombie girl's attention snaps towards the audience she has attracted. She stares for a second. Then she lunges towards the nearest bystander. All hell breaks loose.

Due to the convenient fact that we were standing further away from the brain eating monster, Zaynab and I were able to escape the massacre. But that won't suffice. Soon the whole school will have been turned. We need an escape plan,

Step 1: Get out of the school- fast
Obvious enough. In order to avoid the zombies, we need to leave the place with the zombies.
But once we get out of the building, where do we go?
The outbreak probably is not occurring solely in our school, so who knows where others are lurking, waiting to devour us.
A car. We need a car.
That's our first goal. We run out to the student parking lot, high off of the hope that someone else yet to be zombiefied will help us in our escape. We have no such luck.
Fortunately, our good friend Rachel** runs out behind us. Her hands hold our salvation- the shiny silver pieces of metal which will open her sister's car and allow it to drive off into safety. We hop into the greenish blue Mazda, unaware of what our future holds in store.

Step 2: Find out what on earth has happened.
Zaynab drives, she's the tallest, naturally she's the best driver. Rachel turns on the radio. All stations still in operation (so two, maybe) are talking about the catastrophe. A secret nuclear power plant has exploded in Kansas. The plant harbored dangerous, untested chemicals. When released into the air, the chemical reacted with global bacteria and created an new super virus, contagious by blood, which ate away at the hosts brain until they became a mindless killing machine, only concerned with eating and spreading the infection. Half of the population had been contaminated since the outbreak, and although infection rates were decreasing, scientists  predicted that the entire race would be contaminated/dead within the week. That is, except for the three of us.

Step 3: Contact anyone with whom we have relations with.
After discovering what happened, Rachel and I give ourselves the responsibility of contacting any loved ones. Or rather, anyone we knew that could be a useful asset to our survival team.
Few calls go through, and no one answers.

Step 4: Supplies run.
After a few hours, the car runs low on gas, and all of us whine for food. We stop at a seemingly abandoned gas station to refuel, but we go about it cautiously. The mood is very Red Dawn-esque, and we all know that in a split second, three of us could become dead or infected.
Armed with an umbrella, a Swiss army knife, and a Gardner Art History book, we storm the gas station. I fill the tank while Rachel and Zaynab steal literally anything edible in the store, and then we take turns using the restroom.

After our supplies run, we head back out on the road, driving into the slowly setting sun.

Step 5: Get to Canada.
Until Zaynab almost drives off of a cliff, we never thought about any need to change drivers, or even decide where to go. When she does, however, we take a little break. She sleeps in the back while Rachel and I contemplate where to go.
Obviously we need to be somewhere accessible by car.
And Latin America- not an option. Being chased by zombies in the rainforest or up a mountain would be terrifying.
We eventually decide to go as far north into Canada as we can. Human life up there is sparse, and the likelihood of zombie encounters is sparse.
I take over the driving while Rachel creates a schedule for shifts.
We reach Canada after four days, seven rotations, and four more gas station raids.

Step 6: Find a cure.
Although very unlikely, this step is fairly self explanatory.

*For those of you who do not know Zaynab Khan, first of all, I highly suggest that you meet her. Odds are you will be slightly intimidating as well as extremely entertained. In order to really be able to imagine the scene the way I would like you to, I guess I have to describe her. So listed below are adjectives that describe her:
-Tall
-Pretty
-Great dancer
- Extremely sociable
- Awkward on occasion
**Although against the advice of dearest Col. Brown, I will make the assumption that you already know(ish) Rachel BRAGG

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