The Time I Became a Member of a Dying Race

It's only Monday and already I can sense the end is nigh.
I have become a creature who never goes anywhere without at LEAST four pairs of socks in my hands. I eat alone in my room, I talk to no one but trusty Jennie, I lie in bed and constantly refresh the page, watching as my fellows record their deaths and my enemies rejoice. These are dark days to be living in. David and Scott have fallen to the horde. I am all alone.
To date there are 68 Zombies and 46 Humans. Only one zombie that I know of has starved to death. One is simply not enough. We are all going to die.

Let me tell you my tale, so that my family will know how brave I was and the heroics I performed. For my own safety however I will not mention any times or buildings. I do not want my zombie-fied friends to stake out my schedule and hunt me down.

After my last post I admit I had grown a little cocky. I knew that there was a human mission scheduled for 11am, and so I was feeling pretty safe, thinking all the zombies would be at the mission, and for the most past I was right. Corinna and I made it safety to the dining hall and I kinda enjoyed my meal, despite constantly looking over my shoulder and keeping my eye on the one zombie in the corner. He didn't see me. He seemed pretty engrossed in his meal.

When It came time to leave I said goodbye to Corinna, choosing to take a 'sneaky' way back to mine and just as I was maybe 800m from home, four of them came out of nowhere, howling and gibbering and flailing their arms about - chasing me.

I hope that you appreciate that my eyebrows are squiggly and jumping with fear

I ran so hard and so fast that I made myself sick. Sucking in the freezing cold air made my chest burn for the next half hour and the rest of the day and yesterday I have been coughing up phlegm and wheezing when I talk. That is how fast I ran.

Paralysed by fear for the rest of the day I almost didn't go to the mandatory night mission I had signed up for. I knew that most of the humans had participated in the day mission and had fully taken advantage of their numbers, losing only perhaps two to the horde. That left about 20 of us for the night mission, and a pack of about 30 zombies ready for revenge.

I decided eventually that it was time to pluck off the chicken feathers and venture outside. The mission was set to start at the the iceskating rink at the Ramsey centre which was a temporary human safe zone. I was making my way there and got completely freaked out when I was surprised from behind by a fellow human. By this point I had simply been conditioned to react with fear when seeing the yellow bandana, before processing where it was positioned. He was a human though and at first I was grateful for the extra backup until I realised that he only had one sock ball. He was coming to ME for protection. Together we made it to the car park. We spotted 4 zombies guarding the entrance to the football field which we had to get around and so, commando style, we crouched and ran from one car to another.  When we were out of sight we booked it to the stairs where we saw another human walking. We caught up with her and just as we climbed the stairs we ran into 4 more zombies. These ones chased us up more stairs and cornered us. Desperately, sock in hand between me the one zombie in particular eyeing me off, I tried a door. It was locked. 

'Don't let her go down the stairs' 

The zombie called and I saw what she meant by another set of stairs to my left, heading back down the way we'd come. I figured that it was just a trap, that we were really meant to be inside the building so I tried another door. It was locked too. Another door. Locked. Another. Also locked. The last door. Open! I ran in and breathed a sigh of relief. I was there! or so I thought. From behind I opened the previously locked doors to save my friends. Then, before we had even caught our breath we looked out of the window. I saw Scott, standing amongst a pack of yellow bandanas and was like 

'NOOOO!!! Scott's been caught!'

And then, shitting my pants, I realised that he was standing with the other humans, in the ice skating rink. Where we were meant to be.

'We've got to be down THERE!' 

I yelled to my friends and then, without looking to see if they were following (coz I'm all heroic and chivalrous like that), I pushed open the door and legged the stairs, two at a time. The humans below saw us around the same time that maybe 10 other zombies were about to swarm us. They left the safe zone, sock balls held high and cleared a path for us. We were safe. 

But the mission hadn't even begun yet.