Justin was a medium build, kind of short, African American 17-year old. He had a short buzzcut and dark brown eyes. He was in the track team. He was wearing a red t-shirt with black basketball shorts and nice sneakers. They were the comfiest for him. He was running towards the finish; it was an after-school practice. However, only Justin and as described by Justin, ''Idiot Brian'' showed up.
The 17-year old looked to see the finish line almost there. Suddenly, he heard Brian's footsteps coming from behind him. Justin picked up the pace but Brian managed to get in front of him. ''Dumbass, why are you jogging when the whole point of short track is to run fast!'' Brian yelled in a blur as he ran past Justin. Brian made it to the finish line and Justin came into a close second.
They were both out of breath, panting. ''Hah- you dip- '' Brian panted out the words but Justin's Coach interrupted him.
''Great job boys, you two were the only to show up. The outbreak sounds like a whole load of bullshit to me if you ask me, but you two brave warriors still showed up.'' Justin's coach laughed. Coach always swore in front of his students. It was just a natural thing and no one dared to snitch on him to the principal. ''You two back up, I'll drive you guys out of here.''
Justin was in the locker room, changing out of his uniform into a white shirt with a black vest over it. He put on some dark pants and put on his sneakers. He put on his duffel bag around him, with his gym clothes in everything. Him and Brian both headed out. Coach gave a thumb up and a smile.
A grunting noise came from the storage room to the right of them. Coach looked confused and started creeping up to the door. Suddenly, the door was hit through and a huge zombie with muscles everywhere came out, letting out noises. ''Oh shit! Run!'' Coach yelled, but it was too late. The zombie grabbed Coach and slammed him to the floor.
Justin and Brian stared at the scene in awe. The zombie was like a Tank! ''Run from the Tank!'' Justin yelled.
Brian and Justin started running out of there, they both turned around to see Coach's face ripped apart from him hitting the floor so much and his skull. Justin felt like he wanted to puke, but he kept on running. The Tank started chasing them. Brian and Justin burst open the doors and they started running.
Suddenly, a laughing noise came from Brian's side. A short little zombie jumped onto Brian's face and started tearing him apart. Justin started in bewilderment, but as he saw the Tank burst through the doors, he left Brian for dead. ''JUSTIN YOU FUCKING SNAKE! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU AND RIP YOUR AHHHHH! HELP! SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME!''
Justin started at the floor running, he couldn't look back. Justin lifted his head up to see a sign.
GARFIELD PARK SAFEZONE
He knew where that was, he needed to get there.