I know it's short, it's just a start...please let me know what you think!

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The Eleventh Day – The day the flicks shifted from 'fantasy horror' to 'horrible reality'

-Zoey-


The dorm room was dark when Chelsea opened the door, though it was 4:30 in the afternoon. The curtains were drawn against the light the overcast afternoon sky would have offered—any glare was too much for her roommate, she knew. Said roommate was perched on their black futon, half-eaten bag of popcorn in her hands and her eyes fixed pointedly on the television in front of her. Chelsea couldn't see what was on the screen, but still did not need to ask.

"Another B-horror movie? Where do you keep finding those awful things? I'm surprised you could find one you haven't seen yet." Zoey shook her head, not bothering to look up from her film.

"Unh-uh," she paused, allowing a bloodcurdling scream (albeit a quiet one—the volume wasn't too loud) to interrupt her. "Cabin in the middle of nowhere…I know how this one ends. "Evil Dead." Classic."

"Didn't you have a class at four?" the brunette glanced at her watch and grimaced; Chelsea laughed. "Thought so. You're going to flunk out if you don't start going to class."

"Yeah, I know. I guess I could use the voluntary quarantine as an excuse, huh?" Her roommate gave her an uncomfortable look; Zoey caught it, finally peeling her eyes from the familiar bloodbath playing out on the screen. "What's up?"

"Things are…funny," Chelsea muttered, straightening her books on her desk. "There were only, like, five people in my class."

"And you yelled at me for not going?" Zoey demanded indignantly; her roomie waved her hand off, ignoring her interjection.

"The line for the health center was lined up out onto the road, too—they're diverting some of the cases to Mercy Hospital. People are saying that the military's even getting involved, though I didn't hang around to watch the news about it."

"I heard people saying the heart of the city is a mess, and that it gets worse the further in you go," Zoey said thoughtfully. "Come to think, the dorm's been reeeeeeally quiet today."

"Yeah, well, it's not quiet in the places that the army's showing up. I heard something about CEDA too…" Her roommate shrugged.

"Guess if it gets worse we'll know, huh?"

"I hope so…" Chelsea muttered. "I'm starting to think I should head home, but…"

"The streets and major transport hubs are always the first places to take a shit," Zoey said wisely. "When people start going bonkers from whatever's going on, on the highways stuck is the last place you want to be."

The other girl stared at her, eyes wide; Zoey held her straight face for another breath before breaking down into giggles. She toppled over onto their couch as a well-aimed pillow caught her in the side of the face.

"Don't joke about stuff like that!" the other girl cried, a little too loudly. "You don't how weird it seems outside…"

"That's why I stayed in," Zoey informed her, a small grin on her face. "The ones out roaming are always the first to bite it."

"Stop kidding around! This is serious!"

"…yeah, I know, but it's just a flu. People freaked out about H1N1 last year and all it made you do was cough a bunch." She wiggled her fingers menacingly at her roommate, making creepy ghost noises. "Ooooooooh, watch out for the piggy flu!" Chelsea didn't look convinced, stroking a loose strand of her blonde hair in obvious discomfort. "Seriously Chels, this'll all blow over in a couple of days. It's not like the world is ending."

"If you say so….I guess you'd know with all those crappy movies you watch."

"Classics," Zoey argued, eyes already glued back to the gorefest on the screen.

Heh, small amount of irony there. I know it's a little dippy now, and I apologize. I'm really wanting to explore the relationship between Francis and Bill and will focus on that. Sorry I suck at the not-gorey stuff :P

-K