January 8, 2018

I was following the crowd in the train station with a pillow and blanket in my arms. I looked down the escalator with no desire to try to push through the sea of people below.

A zombie outbreak started spreading on the lower floors and people were now running towards me. I shot one of the infested on the escalator with a shotgun before running myself. I figured that since now I was at the head of the crowd, I should make haste before I got trampled over.

While I was running, I was looking for a good place to set down my pillow and blanket. I was looking for a recognizable spot, as if I was going to be coming back. I eventually settled for one of those circular benches that went around a potted plant.