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What was it—dragging? A mix between a continuous tap and some sort of movement against the wall that adjoined the apartments. It hadn't been there the night before when the young woman had fallen so tired she passed out on a loveseat in the small living room. There was a faux fireplace mantel that was surrounded by book shelves, and most of those book shelves were empty. The research texts were opened to numerous pages—bookmarked, highlighted, riddled with stick notes that had nothing but long underlined words and question marks. Classes had been cancelled weeks ago. These books and notes were far from preparing from the usual graduate school tests that she'd faced over the past year.
Fft. Fft.
There it was again. The young woman's eyes slowly fluttered open with the sound, slowly scanning the room. Confusion. Books. Notes. Sound. The sound. Eliza gasped, quickly throwing the deep red fuzzy blanket off of her and onto the floor as she sprung to her feet. Knife—She grabbed the knife that had been placed on the end table beside the loveseat. There hadn't been too much in the way of noises in the graduate apartment complex on campus. Most people had either fled for their homes at one point or another or were hunkering down in their apartments. She had chosen the later- but that plan was slowly coming to an end. She couldn't remember if it had been a week or a few days since one of those things that made it onto campus, and even into the apartments.
Eliza had always joked that having a second floor apartment would come in handy in zombie movies. People would never have to worry about them getting in through the windows, they wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing them too much, depending on which direction they were facing.
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a high pitched scream outside of her window, and while her heart told her not to look, her curiosity got the best of her. And there it was- one of those things chasing after a poor girl. It was like one of those shows that she'd seen on shark week. The small seal trying to swim as fast as it could towards the rock to escape the great white from eating it, and while she would cheer her heart out for the seal, she knew the women had no chance of fighting off that zombie on her own. An unfortunate look back and trip over sent the woman tumbling down, quickly followed by that great white.
"Poor seal…" She muttered.
That was the unfortunate part of the news flashes and the reality that had come into play the past few weeks. Eliza decided that if she was going to be stuck here and die, she might as well make light of the situation. The truth was though, she wanted to get out of there. She wanted to find her family—make sure her brother was alright, and even that he was still alive.
The graduate student turned back to the murder scene of books on her living room floor that she'd been working on. Pages and pages with no answers and more questions piling on. Supposedly the CDC was going to figure out what was going on, but there was hardly any word from them over the past two weeks and with whatever was going on lasting a month, she wasn't sure if they were to be relied on anymore.
Eliza glanced over at her bag, a black hiking backpack. She'd packed it nearly a week ago with the intention of leaving, but when she'd first seen sight of whatever was going on, she got afraid and couldn't leave. But she needed to. The thought of dying in here, alone, curled up on that uncomfortable loveseat and—
Fft. Fft.
"What the hell is that noise?!" She yelled, quickly covering her mouth.
A low groan followed in response, coming from the apartment next door. Students always joked about the paper thin walls that the apartments had, but this was a time where she wished quite the opposite. Her heart began to race as the small taps turned into pounding sounds against her living room wall.
That was when it really hit. She couldn't stay here.