Prolog
It was a dark and rainy day when I sat next to the window and stared outside with 1000 thoughts running through my head. I was home alone. I thought about my whole life and what happened in the last few hours. My whole world was falling apart and I didn't know how to handle that situation. I looked down at my phone but I didn't receive any new messages. It was over; a friendship wrecked into tiny little pieces. I never ever could've imagined that my friendship with Melissa would break apart. My phone rang, it was my mom. I quickly wiped away the tears that silently ran down my cheeks. I was too exhausted to pick up so I just let the phone ring until the room was in total silence again. I saw an old couple walking their dog and sharing an umbrella and holding hands. I stood up walking like a zombie and went to bed. Maybe the world would look a bit brighter tomorrow.
My alarm got off at 8 am and I pushed the snooze button until the clock was reading 8.30am. I struggled to get up but I knew I was running late for work. I stood up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. I looked into the mirror and stared at my own reflection. I felt horrible and my outside wasn't telling any different. I put on some cozy clothes and left the house. The streets were still wet and the fog started to lift up slowly. I walked down the Avenue and stopped at the bus station. As always an old lady with a long coat sat on the bench and smiled at me. Every other day I would've returned the lovely gesture but today I felt drained of all energy.
The bus came a little too late but I still wouldn't be too late for work.
The drive somehow took a lot longer than usual...at least it felt like it. I checked my phone again but the only thing on it was my mom's missed call. I got out of the bus at Earlham road and observed my current location.
I could see my office from the distance and I started to walk towards it. In front of the building, I stopped. I noticed that once again a tear was leaving my left eye and I quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of my grey sweater. I walked in and put on my perfect fake smile. I greeted everyone and got to my desk. A pile of documents were decorating my table and I knew that I had a long day ahead of me. I turned my computer on to get started. I was so concentrated at my work that I didn't realize the riot around me. Susann, a friend of mine, came to me and tried to get me to stand up. Pretty confused about what was going on I stood up and looked at the television on the wall in front of me. I heard bits of pieces but was still in another dimension in my mind. I heard something about evacuation and dead people rising. And that's how my story began.