It's started...
You know what's worse than tourists? Tourists that have been bitten by zombies. Union Station is in chaos. There are blood-spattered fluorescent shirts and fannypacks strewn everywhere. The basement food court is teeming with the undead, and human flesh is the only dish on the menu.
I knew working across the street from a transportation hub would end in disaster. I blame Amtrak. One infected passenger boards the train in New York or Boston, a trainload of zombies debark in DC. It's only a matter of time before the bloodthirsty fiends invade my building. Our security guards are no match for an undead horde, especially one that has no regard for metal detectors.
The elevators and escalators are immediately outside my office doors. Thank god the escalators are out of order and blockaded with plastic signs. I'm counting on the zombies being unable to navigate stairs or to push elevator buttons. That is my only hope for making it through the day alive.
http://myelvesaredifferent.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-like-its-end-of-world-bliteotw.html