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the damned ghouls to my getaway.
     
    At this point, I started to panic and considered turning back. But I was too far in and possibly too close to Miranda to give up. I knew I should have parked a safe distance away and went in by foot a little quieter. And to make things worse, I made another rash decision and slammed on the accelerator to buy myself time to get out of the car once I reached the doors. Of course this attracted the infected from the far side of the parking lot. Dare I say, all of them?
     
    I pulled up onto the curb and grabbed my gun and my backpack that was stuffed with all the essentials. I will say this: at least I was smart enough to realize that I might not make it back to my car. Slamming the car door shut, I looked around for a brief second to see the dead closing in. Without a moment to lose, I bolted up the steps to the door, pulled it open, and got inside.
     
    Only a few steps beyond the threshold, I heard the infected behind me run into the door I’d just passed through. I quickly spun around to look. On the other side of the frosted glass doors, the dead were relentlessly pounding and pushing, trying to get in. I quietly laughed. I had just then realized, which was funny at the time, that zombies can’t pull doors open.
     
    I stood there, smiling at their stupidity for a moment or two, then came to realize my own. Hands bashed through the glass and within seconds arms and upper bodies pushed through. They quickly broke their way in, determined to get at me. The crazed people pressed themselves and one another into the broken glass. The woman in the front of the mob almost gave an expression of horror as she was shoved onto a piece of glass that impaled her throat at an angle. Blood poured from under her chin, coating the glass as she howled. I thought of myself as a fool; I was going to get myself killed if I wasted more time. I turned and headed further into the college’s halls.
     
    Most classroom doors were locked, and looking inside didn’t reveal any signs of life. Not a single soul could be found, dead or alive. I was astonished at the lack of flesh eaters inside. The silence and lack of activity seemed eerie, like something just had to be right around the corner when I didn’t expect it. I started feeling that the more time I spent in here, the more likely I was going to die. It wouldn’t be long before the dead that followed me would be completely through the glass doors and inside the building searching for me, if they hadn’t already.
     
    Within a few minutes and another dozen rooms checked, I decided to make my way to the cafeteria. I followed signs down the unfamiliar corridors and began to hear some disturbing sounds. Being no stranger to horror entertainment, I immediately felt that I might have heard this noise before. Sounds of mumbling, and I’m not sure how else to describe it other than squishy noises came from the cafeteria just down the hall.
     
    Staying crouched, I snuck up behind a set of padded chairs tucked under a table just along the outer edge of the circular cafeteria. By peeking over them, my suspicions were confirmed. Amid tables, chairs, and books scattered across the floor, seven infected rested their knees in a puddle of blood. Even with all the gruesome things you may have seen on television, absolutely nothing could’ve prepared me for what I witnessed. Intestines were pulled from the stomachs of two young girls and were strewn out around them. Their bodies, completely ravaged, left little evidence that they were once beautiful people.
     
    Maybe this is all history to you, and you’re reading this some hundreds of years past my time and you have yet to experience death firsthand. But believe me when I say death has a power stronger than its smell. While it does have the most rancid and putrid odor, it has an unbelievable ability to sink into your chest and kill your soul if you let it. Take yourself and change every single mentality you have to