Everything had been normal when he'd gone to bed that night. The same routine for the past 2 years; Get up, go to work, talk to his only friend at work, come home, read and sleep. Having a solitary life was ok with Milton Mamet; he never was into the whole hype of having friends. Needing to keep up with the bustle of everyone else outside his apartment wasn't of any interest to him. His social skills made it hard when he did try, eventually he just settled on being alone.
He had gotten used to his routine, but that following morning said a new life was ahead. It was when he was deep in sleep, the dreams quiet and calm; he heard his name being called frequently. They became more hurried, louder.
The tug on his leg brought him out of his sleep; everything was blurry without his glasses. The figure above him speaking to fast for him to register what was being said. Milton grumbled, stretching a hand in search for his glasses on the nightstand. Placing them on his face he sat up to see a familiar face staring right at him, face filled with panic and desperation.
"Philip? What on earth… How'd you get in my place?"
"Come on get up! We need to go now; I've already thrown some of your stuff in a bag." Philip didn't give him time to respond before gripping Milton and yanking him out of his bed, shoving clothes in arms. Pushing him out the bedroom door, Philip only continued to go on about needing to leave, Milton's was still fuzzy from sleep, and god what time was it even?
"What the hell? What's going on, Philip slow down stop shoving me!" Milton turned to glare at his Co-worker; he noticed that his face was only getting more and more panicked. He knew he wasn't going to get a response from him at this rate; he turned for the washroom to get dressed.
Emerging from the bathroom, Milton headed to where he could hear Philip rummaging through his kitchen. He was frantic when shoving some of his food into a bag, noticing other personal things from his home he lifted and eyebrow.
"What are you robbing me? Seriously, what's going on?"
"I'll explain when we get to the ca-"
"No, I need you to explain now! Why are you waking me up and shoving my belongings into a bag!"
Philip zipped up the bag and handed it to Milton; he gave him a pleading look. Milton sighed heavily, before nodding his head.
"Quick summary at least?" He at least wanted to know what the hell Philip was dragging him into. Why was he in such a hurry to get him out of his home?
"Let's just say, it's not…" Philip paused, how did one explain this? "-Normal out there, people are dying, some kind of virus. Ya' know that one on the news lately." He didn't know how to put it; you can't really explain this sort of situation very easily without sounding crazy.
Everyone thought it was a hoax the first few times it was mentioned. When photos and more reports started to flood in of cannibalistic traits of the infected, people began to take it more seriously. Some were still skeptical. When it started to hit the more populated areas, was when they finally started to realise they needed to take action. No one was any longer in doubt about it, this was killing worldwide and fast.
Milton had been following it, he didn't believe it to a degree. He knew it was impossible for someone to come back after death and walk around again. Cannibalism was definitely real, but the walking dead made no sense.
Milton shook his head, "So, by what you're saying right now, I have to leave because of some virus?"
Philip let out a sigh of frustration, he pushed passed him and headed for the door, "Look, I came here to save your ass, now let's go!" Milton shook his head in defeat, he gave him credit though, and no one else would come to get him, whether or not the world was really ending.
Putting on his shoes, they both left. Heading down the apartment hallway Milton tried keeping up with Philip who seemed to keep walking faster and faster till he was practically running down the hallway to the stairwell.
While Philip made his way down the steps gracefully, he was practically tumbling down, he knew his friend was panicking and the possibility of absolute chaos was waiting for them outside… but was this really necessary?
Milton was no longer in doubt the moment the doors of the apartment building opened to reveal the streets. It was straight out of an apocalyptic movie. Screams were heard on every end of the streets, there were people running in all different directions, people hurriedly packing their trunks and getting in their vehicles. Some were motionless on the ground.
It was completely different from what he saw the previous morning; the simple daily routines of every individual were now distorted. It was a sick nightmare, and Milton wanted to run back into his apartment, but it wouldn't just disappear. He had no other choice but to go with Philip now.
A tug on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts, "Quickly!" Without thinking he just ran to the car with Philip, the quicker they were in there the better. Fear consumed him entirely. From everything he had seen so far, in just that one minute of opening the door, he knew his life was never going to be the same.