Zombies

[ghostly_stutter]

Chloe held her journal with trembling hands, heart tripping over itself in fear and disbelief. This was so not happening. No. No no no no no. Mind blanking with panic, Chloe slowly moves to leave her room as if in a daze, her movements weak and stiff. She crosses the hall, heading straight to Derek's room, and doesn't even bother to knock. The

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[sociopathicwolf]

He was halfway through reading the journal when he heard Chloe's footsteps outside his door, and he was up and moving towards it by the time she entered.

Derek closed the door behind her, then stepped into her space. "Are you sick? Any symptoms at all?"

Right then, that was more important than the potential of zombies.

[ghostly_stutter]

His abrupt questions actually threw her a little, and she stumbles back half a step as she snaps out of her dazed panic.

"Wh-what? No..."

She stares, waiting for him to explain. As far as she knew, zombies had nothing to do with illness. These people had it wrong.

Didn't they?

[sociopathicwolf]

Some of the tension drained out of him at that, and he glanced back down at his journal to skim the new replies to the post.

"Okay. We need to just, stay away from people, then. Until this thing is contained."

Of course, one of them could be infected already, without them knowing it, but there wasn't really anything Derek could do about that.

[ghostly_stutter]

"Derek. Zombies. M-meaning dead. People aren't going to just get sick and--and turn into zombies..." Her slight humor at the situation falters and when Chloe looks up at him she really doesn't want to hear an affirmation to her question, "...are they?"