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We are Trapped

The noise outside was what woke me. It couldn't have been much after sunrise. Since I had lived in sleepy Motoyoyogi in Tokyo there was barely a whisper before eight on a Sunday. But this morning was mental. I checked my phone and it was 6:02. There was no reception, which was a first. I went out to the balcony and the noise was deafening. I saw people at the bus stop being chased and ripped to pieces. The attackers seemed to be eating them.

In what turned out to be a disaster move, I screamed, "What the fuck are you doing?" and there was silence. All eyes turned towards my flat. The half-eaten people also rose from the ground and headed towards me. Hordes of bloodied people appeared from every direction, crawling over walls and from out the windows of the flats across the road.

I slammed the glass door over, pulled back the curtains and backed against the wall. I could hear screaming from the apartment below. Wee Su-chan crawled out from under the bed and started meawing. I shushed him and took a deep breath.

I pushed the table and couch against the glass, ripped the fridge out the wall and slammed it against the front door. Within minutes I heard them banging on the balcony door.

"Fuck off! Fuck off!" I shouted. The glass shattered. I grabbed Su-chan, sprinted into in the bathroom and locked the door. I sat in the bath and tried to stay calm. Su-chan curled up in my lap and was already on his way back to sleep. I could hear whatever those things were tearing up the flat. I should have grabbed a knife. A bottle of shampoo was hardly going to be any use as a weapon. I clenched my fists and stared at the door.

It's been four hours and they haven't even touched the bathroom door, but I can hear them in the living room. I've almost opened the door to make a run for it twice. All I know so far is that people here have changed and are eating one another. And the dead fuckers are not staying dead. To use the zombie word seems unbelievable, but that's the perfect word for them. I don't know if this is happening in only Japan or the world over, but If I was back in the Scottish wilderness, I'd have a fighting chance - in Tokyo, I know the odds are almost zero.

With no food and no weapon, I'm as good as dead in this room. Before it gets dark, I'm going to channel my inner William Wallace and we're making a run for it.