Episode one.
Group: 3.
POV: Mikaela Lemon.
Location: MacDonald Bridge.
Days after infection: 0.
A bridge. We were stuck on a fucking bridge for the zombie apocalypse Who knew being
one of the nine people to get a free tour of Dalhoueie University would turn out to be
bad luck. But the infection brought out the best and worst in us, the crazy stupid
stoner, the hero. The popular, the insane. The nerd, the leader.
"..on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round." The majority of the
bus chanted. "You guys are mature." I practically yelled over their screaming of the song.
"Booooo!" Mitchell, Taylor and Jared yelled. "Mikaela sucks!" Evan yelled. "If Evan
doesn't get the Dal scholarship I'm gonna feel so bad." I whisper to Amanda. "He will,"
she smiles, "He worked his ass off for it, of Dal doesn't realize that their dumb as
fuck." She laughs. "What do you think Mitchell will do?" "Ask him." Amanda awnsers me.
"Mitchell," I tap his shoulder. "What's up?" He asks. "What do you want to do after
school?" I ask. "Councilor of some sort." He answers, I just nod and sit back in my seat.
"A councilor?" Amanda asks. "The stoner wants to be a frigging councilor?" She whispers.
"I guess." My shoulders rise and fall. The bus jerks to a stop, me and everyone else
almost fall out of our seats. "Why'd we stop?" Leisa shouts. She's the popular girl of
the school. "Everyone stay seated, I'm going to check things out." Our teacher, Mr.
Walsh, leaves the bus. We seat in silence. Suddenly he begins to run back, his face
filled with terror, suddenly a crowd of people are running behind him. He pounds against
the bus door, Mitchell opens it. Suddenly someone tackles him to the ground. "Fuck!"
Mitchell slams the door as another person tries to enter the bus. Everyone watches the
window and we see Mr. Walsh struggling, fighting the thing. Suddenly another person jumps
on top of him. The person sinks it's teeth into Mr. Walsh's shoulder. "Zombie attack!"
Evan yells, quoting community. Suddenly the bus jerks forward. "Mitchell, what the hell
are we doing?" Owen yells. "Getting the hell out of here." He turns the steering wheel
and we are facing the opposite direction. Mitchell floors it until we reach a pile of
cars heading our way. We stop them, a cop car in the front. The cops get out and run to
the door. "You need to get everyone off this bridge." Mitchell tells them. "Why?" One cop
asks. "That!" Evan screams. What Evan called zombies were running towards us. At least
forty. "Go!" Mitchell screamed. "Get down!" Mitchell said. We all ducked under our
chairs most of us just shocked as fuck. The nine of us sat there, hoping nothing
happened. There was the two stoners, Mitchell and Taylor, four nerds, Evan, Danielle,
Owen and Jared, one popular, Leisa, and then there's me and Amanda. I have no idea what
we are. Terror is marked on everyone's face. Then, the door breaks open.
The sound of glass shattering changes everyone's faces to nothingness. No expression.
Feet shuffle by my face then stop. Then it grabs my hair. I scream at the top of my
lungs. Suddenly the thing gets tackled down. Evan has it pinned. Suddenly Taylor emerges
with a knife and jams it hard into the zombie's skull. Its dead. We are all relieved.
Then more enter. "Back exit!" Evan screams. "Not an option." Mitchell reports. "Taylor
guard me! Mitchell, Owen, boost me." Taylor jams his knife into zombie after zombie.
"Amanda your next! Make a line!" Evan commands us. Amanda is boosted out first, then
Leisa, then Danielle. "C'mon Mikaela!" Evan shouts. After being boosted Evan hauled me
up. Jared gets up next. Then Owen, then Mitchell. "Taylor C'mon!" Mitchell screams. We
watch as Taylor turns just as Z's begin to pour through the back. Mitchell grabs one of
Taylor's arms, Evan the other. "Lift!" Evan yells. They begin to pull Taylor up, he's
almost up when we watch as one of those things grips Taylor's foot. It's teeth are close
to the poor guy's leg. Suddenly, without thinking I run over and begin to wildly kick the
zombie's head, it falls backwards and Taylor gets out. He looks at me and just says,
"Thanks." I merely nod. We look around us, zombies are beginning to attempt to climb up.
"Where next?" Leisa asks. "Well we can either try to surf the zombies, or jump." Mitchell
says, him and Evan glancing over the side of the bridge, into the Halifax Harbor. "Yeah,
okay, after you." Leisa says. Mitchell shrugs and jumps, screaming like a manic the whole
way down. "You guys can get eaten, I'm gone." Owen approaches the side, "I'm with ya
bud." Jared pats his back. The two jump. "Fuck," Leisa says, "I'm doing it." She jumps.
"On three." Amanda says to Danielle. Danielle nods. "One, two, three!" Amanda screams as
she falls. "Not to, ya know rush you, but I'm going last cause I have the knife, and
those things are learning how to climb." Taylor says. "Okay, I'll... I'll go." I say. I
take a step back, ready to run and jump. When something grabs my leg! Its the cop from
before, only a zombie. It pulls me over the side. "Help!" My voice reacts without
thinking. Luckily only 3 zombies are on this side. "Taylor, C'mon!" Evan jumps down and
shoves a Z away, into Taylor who knives it. Taylor kill the second one. "Knife, now!"
Evan yells. Taylor throws it to Evan, Evan is able to catch it and send the knife into
the final Z's skull. "Gimme a bit more time!" Evan yells giving Taylor back the knife.
"Only like 20 seconds!" Taylor reports. Evan breaks into the cop's car. He smiles, and
removes a bag, a gun bag. "Its fucking waterproof!" Evan exclaims. "Great," Taylor
begins, "Now let's get off this fucking bridge!" Evan chucks the bag, then jumps. "I-I
can't." I mutter. "We don't have fucking time!" Taylor yells. Suddenly I'm shoved off the
side. The last thing I remember is hitting the water.
I wake on land. "She's up." Mitchell says. "Where am I?" I ask. "Everyone made it, u
blacked out after hitting the water." Evan tells me. "I actually ended up jumping?" I'm
confused as hell. "Yep," Taylor begins, "All you." I nod. "Let's get you a weapon." The
guys help me up. Were in a small fishing hut near the Harbor. "The bag had plenty." Evan
smiles, "Your choice." He smiles. Surprisingly I'm happy with who I got stuck in the
apocalypse with, the people who took the guns and gun safety course. My hand grips a
semi-auto pistol, I made my choice. "Jared, follow me, we gotta teach you how to shoot."
Evan leads Jared onto the wharf. Everyone except Jared took it at least. I look over my
group. Taylor, baseball bat and pistol. Evan, shotgun and baton. Mitchell, MP5, and
hatchet. Owen, crowbar and pistol. Amanda and Leisa, a pistol and knife. Danielle,
ballistic knife. Were ready for the apocalypse.