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Chapter 5
Nathon was in a hurry. There were people around him, all facing away from him, and he was pushing through the crowd trying to get to his favorite bakery, because he needed to eat something before getting to work. The people were all moving so slowly, he had to wrench around them, pushing and shoving gently, keeping a string of "Excuse me"s and "Sorry about that"s as he fought his way dwn the sidewalk, but the people simply ignored his presence.
Finally, he made it to the end of the block and walked into the shop. There was a girl with long shaggy brunette hair at the counter, facing away from the door. Besides her, he was the only one inside what was usually a busy shop. He quickly shuffled up to the counter, craving a bagel. He reached the counter, looking down at the baked goods inside the display, and cleared his throat to get the girl's attention.
She did not turn around.
"Excuse me?" Nathon asked, supposing she hadn't heard him. He was going to be late to work if he didn't get out of there.
She still didn't turn around.
"Ma'am? I'd like a bagel, please."
The girl's head snapped up, her neck popped audibly, and she whipped around. Her face was marred with slashes and gouges, her skin was grey, and her blue lips were pulled back, her teeth bared menacingly, and her eyes were white, and it was obvious she was, if not dead, definitely not alive.
"Oh God," Nathon backed away from her quickly, and bumped into a large figure behind him. He spun around, face to face with a familiar business man carrying a briefcase in an injured arm, his sleeve blood stained and tattered. Behind him was a blonde girl in a diner waitress's uniform.
Both were baring their teeth at him, both were deathly grey, and both were zombies.
Nathon looked around frantically for another exit.
But simultaneously, all three zombies in the bakery with him raised their arms, and pointed at him, opened their mouths, leaned back their heads, and laughed.
Not a normal laugh, a horrible, ear splitting, deathly screech, that reverberated in Nathon's head making it impossible to think. From outside, more people, who were not really alive either, crowded around the windows, and laughed as well, their marred and grey faces filling up Nathon's mind. He collapsed to the ground, and realized what he was wearing.
The dingy grey jumpsuit, washcloths hanging from his pockets, and the white name-tag, with black letters, NATHAN. He'd been too nervous to say anything about the misspelling, but none of that mattered. The zombies were closing in, hundreds of them, from all around, and they were reaching down to finish him off...
And then they started licking his face. Nathon sat up frantically, and the licking stopped. The dog sat back and jumped off the bed, and nudged Nathon's hand. Nathon patted the dog on the head.
"I only wanted a bagel."