The Horde

Handing back a boarding pass to a passenger, Trinity smiled,
“Enjoy your flight.” she said kindly.
The pale skinned 5’6 women moved a deep red bang from her face. Her hair went down to her chin that greatly reflected her emerald green eyes.
She was a large B-cup, nearly a C-cup. She had shapely legs, and a large round butt, a tell tale of a party animal. Which she really was. She loved to be a tease. The center of attention on the dance floor, grinding guys she thought were cute but never had sex with any of them.
She loved leading them on.
She wore her white and blue dress uniform sighing. Tapping her desk with a thin aluminum pen her gaze went around the room.
By far she wasn’t a virgin. But niether was she a slut in those standards. Through her 24 years of being alive she had had sex with only six men. 4 of them were when she was touring Europe.
One of her friends came by, Tiffany.
A thin black women was a soft smile.
“Alright imma goin’ to relieve you girl.”
She said,
Trinity smiled, “Finally, I thought I’d be here forever.” she said back with a gracious smile.
After a couple of minutes of playful banter they split ways as a crowd walked down the hallway walking with a pace barely visible in the large long hallway.
Trinity walked away heading to the locker rooms. She stopped hearing about four different screams. In a moments notice TSA agents sprinted past her with tazers and long black flashlights. Trinity took a few headed steps being in high heels. She saw the horde of people who were walking down the hallway on surrounding four areas as blood pooled out. She gasped as they easily over took the TSA agents. She saw Tiffany trying to run. She tripped falling to the ground. The blood soaked males started to form around her, there mouths soak with hanging flesh or blood. She started to crawl when they tore at her clothing and clawed at her dress. They last thing Trinity remembered was seeing them starting to go to there knees around her. The next, she was jogging, an attempt to run in her high heels. She got back to the locker room and ran inside shutting the door. She started to back up until her back connected with the wall. Her hands spread wide as if the wall would protect her. She had always dreamed of more excitment, but this was insane.
She jumped in fear as one of the wakie talkies beeped off and a few TSA agents rambled.
“There everywhere, tazers aren’t doin’ shit!” one yelled,
“ITS THE ZOMBIE FUCKIN’ APOCALYPSE! THERE ZOMBIES EATING EVERYONE!” another yell sounded,
“GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!” another yelled,
“THERE TRYING TO GET IN!” another screamed, “OH GOD THEY BUSTED THROUGH THE DOOR HE–AHHHHHHH!” Trinity listened for thirty minutes as all the voices one by one ceased.
She, like a lot of people, had a zombie apocalypse plan, but when reality hit, she was left in doubt, ‘are zombies real? Are these them?’ she drew blanks on survival. She did something your not supposed to do in a zombie apocalypse situation, get locked in a small space. The locker room was only 25 by 25 feet.
She thought she’d be safe till she found help, unless the zombies can jimmy a lock she thought.
She gave a slight bit of laugher at the thought.
She lifted a remote and turned on the small 17 inch TV. News reporters were on edge as they franticly tried to explain what was going on.
“the dead rise” was one of the subtitles. They explained to keep indoors, to defend yourself, that contrary to popular belief there were a few fast ones out there that were savage in there attacking. Usually ripping there victims to shreds with their fingernails. They believe these were the first infected. That they were part of some sort of bio-terrorist attack.
The police have been setting up road blocks aiming for the heads of the zombies. But there almost seems to be a stategy. The fast moving ones do not die by head shots. They keep going and at the charges of the hordes these fast moving ones are leading it. It’s almost as if they are leading the other zombies.
No was expecting this. Even when they don’t lead a charge there are simply too many of them to fight.
Trinity turned the TV off in fear of what might come next.
She sat in a corner for was while when she heard a bang at the door.
Then some scratching, she slowly began to stand up looking around she spotted a long thick black flashlight.