The hall was bustling with life, men and women were rushing past one another, their faces were white with fear. A gun shot rang out through the hallway, everyone froze to the spot and the hall was filled with silence. Farther inside the building, an ear-piercing scream shattered the silence around us. Everyone around us jumped into action.

   While everyone rushed towards the origin of the gun shot was fired, Ghost pulled me back towards my room and I let him, anywhere is better than here at the moment.

   People knocked against me as they ran towards the steady sounds of gun-fire. We seemed to reach my room in record time and he threw me inside. My knees hit painfully against the hard tile floor; I shoved the pain away and I was back on my feet in an instant. Ghost slammed the door closed.

   "Wait! You can't just leave me here!" I screamed at him, my fist pounded on the door.

   Ghost paused for a moment, our eyes met and for a moment I thought he was going to change his mind. I heard the lock on the door click into place and Ghost was gone before I could say another word. It was almost like I had watched my only way to freedom disappear into the crowd.

  I slapped my hands against the door, screaming for him to come back, or for anyone to open my door, but no one stopped. I screamed until my throat was dry and I continued pounding on the door until my hands were covered in blood. By the time I wore myself out, the hall was empty and silent. I couldn't even hear the gun-fire from everyone who had gone to take care of the problem.

Did they all die? I wondered to myself and a horrible feeling welled up in my chest. If they're all dead, then who will let me out of this room?

   I saw a flash of movement from the corner of my eye and I leapt when a rotting face press itself against the glass, it’s misty eyes were turned towards me. I took a few cautious steps backward, and I jumped when one zombie became two and two became five until the whole hall was filled with the undead, scratching at my door. In fear, I ran to the small bathroom on the opposite direction of the door. Even from there I could hear the undead's moans and the door straining against their weight. I cupped my hands and slapped them over my ears in an attempt to block out the sounds. But all it seemed to do was amplify the noise instead of blocking it out. I realized that it didn't just sound  like the moans were amplified they were amplified, the undead were now outside the bathroom door pounding on it as a desperate attempt to their hunger.