This actually came to me from a nightmare, and I decided to write about it, so I hope that you like it. :)
I'm kind of mad at myself for the first chapter being so short, but I feel like if I didn't stop it where I stopped it, the chapter would have been way too long, so here it is. :)
Enjoy! :3

"Today was supposed to be another normal day at college! Another fucking normal day! How the hell did it come to this?!"

I couldn't help but yell those words because they were the only thoughts that were crossing my mind as I ran for dear life.

The crowd of zombies that were behind me groaned as they started to pick up their pace a little while I continued searching for a good hiding spot. Being on a college campus is not the most ideal place for someone to be when a zombie apocalypse broke out.

Let's rewind a couple of hours, shall we? This morning was the same as any; I got out of bed, turned on the tv to have the news as my regular morning background noise.

"There has been a call for all children within the aforementioned districts to remain indoors." The reporter's voice got cut off by a string of violent coughs. "Excuse me, I must have caught a slight cold myself. Everyone, please stay safe and do not push yourselves. The doctors that we have interviewed about this new disease have said that any form of body contact that is made inside of your body will cause infection. If you feel even the slightest bit sick, please stay at home."

Now, at this point in time I thought that it was another influenza pandemic. People normally took them too far anyways. I was feeling fine so I thought it would be perfectly fine to go to school. Oh boy, was I wrong. Continuing with the story.

When I got to school I noticed that there were a good number of students coughing here and there. College students don't have the leeway to take a day off just because they felt a little sick. The only time you wouldn't go to school was if you seriously couldn't get out of bed.

"Syo-chan!" A familiar voice called out my name as I was trying to avoid all of the sick people.

"Mornin' Otoya," I replied as my red haired friend caught up to me.

"Did you watch the news this morning? Do you think we should go get some masks or something?"

Otoya looked around at all of the people that were coughing, sneezing, practically dying over their college textbooks that were almost as valuable as their own lives.

"Sure, let's go buy some masks. I don't really trust any of this coughing. It's sounding a little bad."

With that, the two of us slowly made our way to the mini pharmacy that was on our campus. They didn't really sell prescription drugs, just enough for people who lived in the dorms and may have needed simple cold medicine.

"I got it," I tried to pull out my wallet, but Otoya put his hand on mine and pulled his own out.

"The price is one-twenty," the lady behind the register said as she rang the masks up. Thankfully it came in a package of two so it wasn't too bad, I guess. I felt bad about needing to ask him to pay for it. Otoya knows that I don't really like depending on people but unfortunately I had just lost my job because of a little incident and was pretty much begging for scraps, just not too obviously.

"Thanks," I grumbled through the mask as I slipped it on my face.

"No problem! Now off to class we go!" Otoya excitedly pulled on my arm as we headed off to our first class of the day. Math was not what we wanted to major in, but we needed to take it for credits to graduate. About half of our class was actually out, even the teacher.

"Well, I guess we should go to our next class then. See you tomorrow, Otoya." I waved my hand as I walked over to the building that held my next class.

"Bye bye Syo-chan! If you need anything, just send me a text!" Otoya called out from behind me. Unfortunately those were the last words I was able to say to him before this whole mess broke out.

When I got to my next class, there was nobody there. No students, no professor, nobody. I couldn't help but think that it was pointless to continue staying at school because if there was honestly nobody there, I should just study at home and try my luck with that.

I did exactly that— or, well, I tried to before I noticed that people were getting bitten and other people were freaking out. In a situation where your best friend is being bitten, I think it would be normal to freak out, but I was just looking for a way to run. People were being quite stupid about this and just gawking at the sight. My legs went as fast as they could, and by the time my brain caught up with my actions, I was kicking what I later found out was a zombie away from the girl who, in turn, also started trying to attack her friends, or, well, the people that were her friends.

"Screw this! If you want to live, run!" With that, I booked it myself to what I expected to be the safe haven I knew my apartment to be.

Now we have finally caught up to my current predicament. I am being chased by flesh-eating monsters as I flee my school campus to the nearby apartments. When I found a good hiding spot, I slipped in, held my breath, and tried to think of a way to get into my apartment. There was the bathroom window, but I don't think my body would fit into it, so the only other choice was the window that led to my bedroom. I just needed to grab a few things to survive for at least two days. When it looked like it was safe, I got up and started making a run for my apartment. My thoughts were filled with what I needed, where it was, and how to get it as fast as I could. Everything was in my kitchen and maybe my bathroom, but I thought it might be a good idea to grab something that would be a good weapon. The only thing I had that could be used as a weapon was a stick that I used to pretend was a sword when I was little. Though it's made out of wood, it could probably knock some heads off before snapping. As I ran for my apartment and climbed the balcony railings of the people under my apartment, I ducked in and grabbed everything that I needed. I had my backpack on me already, and I really didn't want to let go of my books, but I only grabbed things that I really thought would be necessary. Next, I packed two water bottles, a few packs of food for emergencies that I had packed for earthquakes, a jacket, and one change of clothes just in case. I grabbed a few hair ties, shoved Bobby pins in my backpack and thought over everything that I would need. Nobody would worry about hygiene at this time, but after a little thought, I also shoved in a toothbrush. As I went to grab my stick, I heard a slam on my door, as well as a growl that was not human nor zombie. It was the growl of a rabid wolf. How something like that got here is something I do not know the answer to, but it was crazy and now out for my head. The banging continued as I finished packing everything I had. As soon as I was about to climb back down to safety, the wolf broke through my door and in came some zombies with it. I knew this was it. No matter how many heads I would be able to snap off, there was no stopping this wild beast. It wanted blood, and I was the closest one with what it was looking for. The last thing I wanted to do was have more zombies ruin the rest of humanity, so I made up my mind. I prepared my heart for what was to come because if the wolf came flying at me, it wouldn't go as far as to go over the balcony railing, but it would be able to get my legs.

"I hope you're safe Otoya," those words slipped out of my lips in a whisper as I made a run for it and jumped from the third floor of my apartment complex. I knew that this would be the end of it all, and that it would hopefully be a quick end.