MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
As I recall, the months leading up to when this all began weren’t much to remember. My unit returned home earlier that year from our tour in Iraq. I had spent 365 on ground working as military intelligence. Our group came up with those playing cards you saw on the news: the 52 most wanted. I was a hard-charge PFC back then. But that was the first tour. After a third, I was the tired and depressed sergeant. Nothing scared me back then. I didn’t fear death, or what might be on the other side if today was my last day. That was then, and this is now. I write this, not really for anyone to read, but for my own sanity. Maybe if I go over it again from the beginning it might make more sense to me. And then again, maybe not.
(Footsteps are heard as Michael walks down a hallway)
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
I was 27 at the time and in my fourth year in college. I started my freshman year in 2001, almost 8 years ago now. Huh. I remember the day as it was burned into my head. May 8th, 2009.
COLLEGE GIRL:
Hey Michael, where you goin’?
MICHAEL:
Uh, class.
COLLEGE GIRL:
(giggle) Did you study for the quiz today?
MICHAEL:
Ha, no, not really.
COLLEGE GIRL:
Neither did I.
MICHAEL:
Yeah, well, alright.
COLLEGE GIRL:
Hey, are you going to the Omega party this weekend? It’s gonna be so awesome, and I thought you might wanna, go with me-
MICHAEL:
Uh no, don’t wanna, but thanks though.
COLLEGE GIRL:
Why not?
MICHAEL:
What, is it better to say, “O-ok, maybe, well, another time?”
COLLEGE GIRL:
Geez, you don’t have to be such a jerk about it.
MICHAEL:
I was direct, how’s that being a jerk?
(Michael and the College Girl enter their classroom, where the students are taking a test)
TEACHER:
Once you’re done, um, go ahead and, put your papers up here, and uh you guys, you guys are free to go.
(A distant explosion sounds off)
MICHAEL:
What the hell?
COLLEGE GIRL:
Did you hear that?
TEACHER:
You know, it’s probably just the uh, the construction going on next door, now, please just-
MICHAEL:
That’s not construction.
TEACHER:
C’mon, take your seat.
(Michael gets up from his seat, ready to leave)
TEACHER:
Hey! Hey, you know, there’s not gonna be any make-ups for the quiz if you go. I-I-
(Classroom door shuts as Michael hurries down the hall)
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
I remembered seeing everyone gathered around the television. I expected a bombing, or maybe even another attack on U.S. soil. Part of me was planning for the worst, but… nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw.
STUDENT:
Did you see that?
NEWSCASTER (TV):
…must be shocking, but I assure you, they are very real. Uh, we are receiving reports from all around the Los Angeles area and downtown San Diego. Men and women attacking each other, biting and thrashing at one another. (students gasp) Local law enforcement is now responding. Oh my God. They’re attacking the police officers. The attackers seem to have no hesitation as to…
COLLEGE GIRL:
The hell is going on? That’s only like, 20 miles from here, do you think it’s gonna reach us?
(Michael phone rings and he picks up)
MICHAEL:
Hello?
ANGEL (PHONE):
Michael, it’s Lieutenant Angel. Where are you?
MICHAEL:
I’m at school right now, what’s going on?
ANGEL (PHONE):
We need you to come to the unit, right away.
MICHAEL:
Is this about what’s on the TV?
ANGEL (PHONE):
I’m stuck in traffic, so I have no idea. I just got a phone call from the commander, and now I’m calling you. How long till you can get here?
MICHAEL:
Um, maybe 30 minutes, but I don’t have my uniform.
ANGEL (PHONE):
Don’t worry about those, we have a couple spare in the unit. Just get there as fast you as can.
MICHAEL:
Alright, I’m on my way.
(Michael runs outside)
(Various cars can be heard honking)
MICHAEL:
What the hell do you want me to do? He’s not moving in front of me either! Can’t go anywhere, God damn!
(Michael turns on the radio)
NEWSCASTER (RADIO):
The 101 has been completely shut down in the area of the riots. Do not attempt taking the five freeway as it is stopped due to a massive accident outside
Bell in South Los Angeles.
(Michael turns off the radio)
MICHAEL:
Great, right before my exit.
(A guy behind Michael starts honking)
MICHAEL:
I swear, I’m gonna rip your ass outta that car- (car starts driving) finally!
(Michael’s car comes to an abrupt halt)
MICHAEL:
What the hell is that?
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
The first time I saw ‘em, I froze. Something inside me told me not to move. The group of them moved past my car to the guy honking behind me. Their bodies were littered with scars and bruises, and their eyes were glazed over. The news made it sound like these were people gone mad, but the way they moved… made me think that these may not be people at all.
(More honking and sounds of running)
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
It seemed almost in slow motion the way they piled onto that honker’s car. Within seconds they shattered the glass and pulled him through the windshield. Like a pack of wild dogs they tore him apart. (sounds of the man screaming) I found my feet seconds later and pushed on the pedal as hard as I could, driving onto the grassy medium. The escaping look of mortality in the man’s face… still haunts me today.
(Michael pulls up to a gate and attempts to enter a code to open it)
PINPAD VOICE:
Invalid entry. (Michael groans) Please try again.
(Michael tries again)
PINPAD VOICE:
Access granted. Please enter.
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
When I drove up, I saw Lieutenant Angel Tunudo: the tall, blond, spoiled kid who just got out of officer school. A program tailored to turn men into leaders, but I had more command experience in my thumb, than he had in his entire body.
(Michael's car door shuts)
MICHAEL:
Angel! Where the hell is everyone else?
ANGEL:
I was told they were on their way. I keep calling the commander but he’s not picking up. Wait, is that his truck? No, it’s just
Saul.
(to Michael)
What the hell happened to you, you look pale!
MICHAEL:
You didn’t see it? Weren’t you on the five too?
SAUL:
Could someone please tell me what the fuck that was?
ANGEL:
I came off the 710, what was-
MICHAEL:
Those things ran onto the freeway!
SAUL:
You see that shit? They tore that car apart like a tin can. Poor angry bastard, actually kinda feel sorry for him now.
ANGEL:
What the hell are you talkin’ about?
MICHAEL:
You have no idea what’s going on?
ANGEL:
No, would somebody please explain to me?
SAUL:
You’re the one who called us in, why don’t you tell us-
ANGEL:
No one told me a thing! All they told me was to call my squad and get my ass down here right away. I heard about the rioters on the radio, but why the hell would they run onto the freeway?
MICHAEL:
Those were not rioters, they attacked a guy who was honking at me on the freeway!
SAUL:
They weren’t attacking him, they were eating him.
ANGEL:
They were what?
SAUL:
I wasn’t far behind Michael. They were taking big chunks, and shoving them in their mouths!
ANGEL:
What!? Why would they-
MICHAEL:
They were like animals, and they sure as hell weren’t like us anymore, not with those eyes.
ANGEL:
Then what were they?
SAUL:
Zombies.
MICHAEL:
C’mon Saul, this isn’t the time.
SAUL:
No joke Sarge, what if they are?
(Sirens are heard in the distance)
ANGEL:
Think about it just for a second.
(Sirens stop)
ANGEL:
Ok. The mental hospital is not too far from here, what if, what you saw was just a breakout. We were probably brought in just to take them down.
SAUL:
Oh, you didn’t see them, what the hell do you know?
ANGEL:
Hey, don’t talk to me that way! I’m still an officer, and you’re just still a lowly specialist!
MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, easy Angel, I got this! Saul, come here.
(Michael and Saul step aside to talk in private)
SAUL:
Well, how can he say that shit, you know as well as I do that
the hospital is like 10 miles from here, there’s no way that they could-
MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, hey, I agree, I agree, I don’t think so either. I know he’s a pain in the ass, and once he sees one of these things, he’ll change his mind. But right now, we can’t lose our heads. We still have a chain of command… and he is still in charge.
SAUL:
I know. I’m sorry Sarge.
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
Saul was a great soldier. Sure, he always spoke his mind, and it often got him in trouble. If he’d held his tongue he would’ve outranked me by now. He came to our unit with the rank of specialist from Mountain Division. I guess he got tired of the cold weather. We served overseas together and when we got back he transferred to our unit. (chuckle) He said something about the California girls calling to him.
(Three beeps sound from Angel’s phone)
ANGEL:
Still no answer.
MICHAEL:
Oh. Well the rest may be stuck in traffic trying to get here.
SAUL:
So what do we do?
ANGEL:
I don’t know. Let’s, just wait till they get here.
MICHAEL:
Lieutenant, do you think we can get into the arms room and at least get a few rifles in case something happens?
ANGEL:
W-we can’t!
MICHAEL:
Why not?
ANGEL:
Look, I have the key to the door, but the commander has the combo for the alarms and the key for the arms racks. You know, we’re- we’ll just wait for the commander. He will know what to do.
(Nearby explosions go off close to base)
SAUL:
That one was close!
MICHAEL:
The way I see it, it’s better safe than sorry. I say we open the door, clip the locks, and to hell with the
alarm!
SAUL:
I’ll get the bolt cutters from the cage.
ANGEL:
Wait, I didn’t say we were gonna-
MICHAEL:
Look, sir, all due respect, but my instincts are a lot more field-tested than your month out of officer candidate school. I’m tryna help you out and you’re not playing ball!
ANGEL:
You’re acting completely drastic. What you’re asking me to do could really get us into trouble. You act as if we’re at war!
(Nearby gunfire continues)
MICHAEL:
Yeah, do you hear that out there? That’s exactly what it sounds like to me!
SAUL:
Got ‘em. You ready?
MICHAEL:
Yeah, c’mon, let’s open ‘er up.
(The sound of keys is heard)
ANGEL:
You don’t wanna wait like 5 more minutes? The commander could just be around-
SAUL:
I don’t wanna wait for that asshole!
MICHAEL:
Look, listen, there’s no point in arguing now!
(The vault door is opened and the alarm starts beeping, about to sound off)
MICHAEL:
Saul, clip the locks on cages 12 and 14. Hurry!
ANGEL:
Now you’re nervous all of a sudden?
MICHAEL:
I just have a feeling is all!
ANGEL:
That we’re in deep shit? I could’ve told you that!
MICHAEL:
(groans) How long till the alarm goes off?
ANGEL:
Two minutes, more or less.
SAUL:
Got it.
MICHAEL:
Good. I’ll grab your rifle, just get 14 open.
ANGEL:
My rifle’s number 17.
MICHAEL:
When was the last time you oiled this thing?
ANGEL:
Just give it to me!
SAUL:
14’s open.
MICHAEL:
Load up two magazines.
SAUL:
That’s it?
MICHAEL:
Yeah, yeah, we’ll come back. I don’t wanna be here and loading magazines if or when someone responds to the alarm.
ANGEL:
Now you’re worried!
MICHAEL:
Head outside! Don’t chamber a round unless I say so.
SAUL:
Got it Sarge.
(The door is opened and the soldiers run outside)
MICHAEL:
How long did you say it had?
(The alarm goes off)
MICHAEL (NARRATOR):
We stood there watching the gate, waiting for someone to show up. After a minute or so, I started to think of what the consequences were for my actions. Did I jump the gun on this one? Would I get punished? Well, my thoughts of guilt and plea-bargaining stopped once I heard the rumbling.
(The sounds of rumbling in the distance gets closer)
SAUL:
You hear that?
ANGEL:
How can you hear anything over that alarm?
MICHAEL:
Shh-sh-sh! It’s getting closer!
ANGEL:
C’mon, stop pullin’-
(A zombie call is heard)
ANGEL:
Uh… guys?
(The various zombies attack the fence and the gate)
SAUL:
They’re comin’!
MICHAEL:
Ah! Shoot the ones dragging down the barbed wire!
SAUL:
I’m trying, damnit! There’s too many!
ANGEL:
Ah! It won’t fire!
SAUL:
It’s just not stopping them, help!
MICHAEL:
Aim for the head!
ANGEL:
Somebody!
MICHAEL:
C’mon Angel, what the hell are you doing?
ANGEL:
It’s jammed!
MICHAEL:
Yeah, no shit!
SAUL:
They’re over the fence!
ANGEL:
Is that the-
MICHAEL:
Get inside!
SAUL:
Where?
MICHAEL:
The vault, move it!
ANGEL:
Saul, what did you do!?
MICHAEL:
Saul, help me with the door!
ANGEL:
We gotta go! Run, guys!
(They make it inside just in time)
MICHAEL:
Angel, give me your rifle.
(Angel holds on to it)
MICHAEL:
Let go, just let go of it, I’m gonna fix it, alright!?
ANGEL:
Al-alright!
MICHAEL:
Hey, hey, look at me! I want you to take a deep breath and have a seat.
SAUL:
How the hell are there so many? So fast?
ANGEL:
Those are what you saw on the freeway?
SAUL:
Pfft, yeah. But there were only like 7 of ‘em. That was like a hundred! How the hell are we gonna get out of here?
MICHAEL:
Take it easy Saul, there’s no need to get worked up.
SAUL:
What do you mean, no need? What we gonna do? Oh shit, oh shit, I gotta call my girl. Tell her that- (phone beeps)
ANGEL:
I’m surprised it’s even working in here. Here, let me try. (more phone beeps)
MICHAEL:
The lines are flooded right now, why don’t you just take a seat and have a breather.
ANGEL:
I knew getting into the vault was a mistake. You wouldn’t listen! I’m the officer here-
SAUL:
Hey, fuck you sir! Ok, if Michael hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now! Alright, I’d love to see you try and open the door while those things are chasing you down. I saw how fast you were with your rifle, you ‘bout shit your pants!
ANGEL:
Don’t you get it, they came because we opened it! They heard the alarm!
MICHAEL:
We don’t know that for sure, maybe they just followed the road, or, or maybe-
ANGEL:
Think about it! You said they attacked a guy in the car behind you because he was honking! They must be attracted to loud sound!
SAUL:
(laughs) So, you can understand ‘em all of a sudden? Huh? Well maybe now, you can step outside, you know, talk to them and sort some of this shit out. Maybe if you just shove your-
MICHAEL:
Hey, ok, ok, it’s enough Saul. He’s right.
SAUL:
He’s what?
MICHAEL:
No no, it makes perfect sense. Why else would they come in here and in such numbers and directly here? I caused ‘em to come.
ANGEL:
You were right, too, if that makes any difference.
MICHAEL:
How so?
ANGEL:
One of those things that came over the fence… I swear one of them looked like the commander.
SAUL:
Serious?
ANGEL:
No one else was comin’.
MICHAEL:
Well, no matter what we did, the longer we waited, the less time we would’ve had to prepare.
SAUL:
Prepare? Prepare for what?
MICHAEL:
Angel, how long until the alarm shuts off?
ANGEL:
I’m not sure exactly. Uh, an hour I think. Why?
MICHAEL:
Once it goes silent, they should go away. And then we can get the hell out of dodge.
ANGEL:
Alright, but then what? We don’t even know what they are!
SAUL:
I told you man, they’re zombies!
ANGEL:
You know what, specialist, I-
MICHAEL:
Woah, hey, hey, easy, both of you. He may be right. Maybe not exactly zombies, but there are similarities.
ANGEL:
Oh no, not you too!
MICHAEL:
Hey! Military intelligence is my job, it’s what I’m good at! You know, I’ve, I’ve encountered different tribes on my deployment, and the key to managing these situations is to know who you’re dealing with.
ANGEL:
Military intelligence? (scoffs) I am the one who figured out about the sound thing.
MICHAEL:
Yeah, well none of that matters now. What else do we know?
SAUL:
We know they go after people. They sure as hell aren’t no slow moving zombies either.
MICHAEL:
So, they’re quicker than us.
SAUL:
Got some strength too. The way they were bending the bars.
ANGEL:
Wonderful.
MICHAEL:
Headshots seem to drop ‘em like stones.
ANGEL:
Is that all we know?
MICHAEL:
Yeah, well, the rest would just be assumptions based off of what we’ve seen in movies.
ANGEL:
I still don’t believe this, are you listening to what you’re saying? Zombies? I mean, the dead, rising?
SAUL:
Who said they were dead?
ANGEL:
Whatever!
MICHAEL:
What would you have me do? We’re dealing with something we’ve never come close to experiencing before! All I’m tryna do is reason some way through this, something they aren’t able to do!
ANGEL:
Now who’s being presumptuous, how can you be sure that they can’t reason!?
MICHAEL:
Because we left the key in the door!
MICHAEL:
Alright, if we’re gonna make it through this, and I have every intention of doing so, we’re gonna have to stick together, and use our heads.
(The alarm shuts off)
SAUL:
Whoa. That was no hour.
ANGEL:
Well I said “I think”. No one has ever set off the alarm before.
MICHAEL:
Saul, look out the peephole.
(Peephole opens)
ANGEL:
They’re leaving?
(Peephole closes)
SAUL:
Um, no, I don’t think so.
MICHAEL:
Maybe it’ll just take some time.
SAUL:
You sure they can’t hear us?
MICHAEL:
Not a chance. The door’s about a foot thick and the walls are solid concrete.
ANGEL:
Give it time. They… they could move on.
ANGEL:
Al-alright well, say they clear out enough for us to get through. Where do we go?
SAUL:
We couldn’t just stay here, and defend this place?
MICHAEL:
No, they’re able to climb over the walls and come from any direction around the base. Not to mention every building has like four or five entrances. There’s only 3 of us.
SAUL:
We need… some place, like a prison.
MICHAEL:
Good idea, but not the best place for living.
ANGEL:
Well, we would be able to contain the area pretty easily. I could probably get by in a cell, I know you could too.
MICHAEL:
This isn’t just about us.
SAUL:
It’s not?
MICHAEL:
Look, there are a lot of people out there who are where we are now. Locking themselves in some safe place, waiting things out, hoping that someone is gonna come rescue them.
SAUL:
Like the army.
MICHAEL:
But we know that’s not gonna happen. At least not with our unit. There are no active military stations around here, and there’s a lot of people out there that need our help. Don’t you feel a little responsible to them?
SAUL:
Nope. Not at all.
SAUL:
Nah, just kidding.
ANGEL:
My girlfriend’s apartment building!
SAUL:
See, now, ha! He’s got the right idea: go out with a bang!
ANGEL:
That’s not what I-! Michael, it’s perfect. One main lobby with a small stairwell. We could turn off the elevators. That gives us a very small area to contain as the entrance. We could manage it with three people. Best of all, the parking garage has a security gate that we can seal off from anyone getting in!
MICHAEL:
That could work. Plenty of space for any other survivors, not to mention the amount of supplies throughout the building.
SAUL:
Given that we could make it there in one piece.
ANGEL:
It’s not too far from here!
MICHAEL:
It’ll work. Depending on how long we’re gonna hold up, it would last us.
ANGEL:
This could just be a, a local epidemic.
MICHAEL:
Nah. Given the rate of growth, I highly doubt it.
SAUL:
How do you expect to make it to the building? Like, the roads are probably jammed with broken down cars and God knows what else.
ANGEL:
Well, take one of the Humvees!
SAUL:
You won’t get too far with the steering wheel chained and locked! You’d only be able to turn like halfway!
ANGEL:
Then clip the lock with the bolt cutters!
SAUL:
(laughs) So we run outta here, fight through zombies that are, let me check: (opens peephole) yep, still outside the door (closes peephole), carrying ammo, rifles, and bolt cutters, all the way to the motor pool being chased by the things that we know are faster and stronger than us, and want to eat us!?
MICHAEL:
Yep, sounds about right.
SAUL:
Hey, as long as I get
the SAW, I’m in.
MICHAEL:
Fine. We’ll need an automatic weapon anyway. Angel and I can carry an extra rifle, but anymore would really slow us down.
ANGEL:
Here, put these on.
SAUL:
Do we really need to wear uniforms?
ANGEL:
You wear this, and people will know who you are and won’t think twice about coming with you. There is a lot that this uniform represents that we will need out there.
MICHAEL:
Hey. He’s right, Saul, c’mon, let’s put ‘em on.
ANGEL:
Alright. We can do this.
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