Ignorantly entering the fray

Late Afternoon.

There I was, pipette in one hand and microfuge tube in the other, almost done setting up a PCR, when a bang caused me to look up.

The glass across from my bench, normally a window to the walking path outside, was stained with blood.

Suddenly, a hideous, decaying face was pressed against the glass. The sort of face you only see in movies, the kind that should already be heading for a grave.

It was a zombie.

Even now my main thought is: Holy fucking shit. This cannot be real.

Only in that moment did I register the shouts, the feet racing past the lab. A quick glance into the hallway revealed a pilgrimage of panicked labrats racing to their cars. Dr. Mortium, who I stopped in the hall, said that there was some sort of outbreak at the medical school. A quick check on social media confirmed the evidence of my eyes and ears.

Zombies.

The bloody, mother fucking undead had actually climbed out of the crap shoot of pulp fiction and into reality.

If I weren’t agnostic, now would be the time to pray.

I’m the only one in the lab today, so that’s good. But, after some consideration, I think my best option is to get home, get gas, get non-perishables, get George, and drive as far into the countryside as possibly. Thankfully, we’ve got a lot of emergency supplies leftover from hurricane season.

To make sure I can get out I’ve grabbed some hydrochloric acid, sodium hydroxide, and organometallics. I figure the first two can burn the zombies and the last makes a great just-add-water explosive.

Still, there’s no guarantees I can make it down five flights of stairs and through the parking lot to my tank of a truck. This is a battle I’m going into blind, ignorantly entering the fray. Hopefully, things haven’t gotten that bad yet.

Still, I wanted to leave a last note, a final entry in this journal, just in case:

Mom, Dad, and Connor-I love you, always have, always will.

George-I saw the ring in your jacket. I would’ve said yes.