When I went back out to my truck, security was inspecting it. They pointed a gun at me. “State your name, zombie” he commanded. “I'm Bella Swan. I'm new here okay, I didn't know where to park.” He lowered his gun. “False alarm guys” he shouted to the other security guards. I drove around the school, following the line of traffic. Most of the cars were like mine, crappy, but durable to withstand possible zombie attacks. The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out, as it had no bumper stickers about killing zombies. I took a deep breath. I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me, but I'd find a way to enjoy life somehow. I finally exhaled and stepped out of the truck. Once I got past the “Zombies Bite” sign, around the cafeteria, building 3 was easy to spot. I felt my breathing gradually creeping toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried stumbling in a zombie-like manner, and even drooling a bit to calm myself down before entering.

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