5 Where are we going?

"So, uhm, you live in this whole apartment?"

"Hotel"

He corrected me, whilst quivering underneath the sheets. With a confusing look showing on my face, I couldn't comprehend how is he still alive amidst from all this.

"You're fully aware of your situation, am I right?" I was stood and walked by the door, only to find out that Pura had been standing there, attempting to knock the golden lion's crest handle.

"Yow" She introduces herself once again, barging inside without any invitations. You nearly killed me from that call, you know? Should I throw you off from a cliff swarming with zombies, like sharks feasting for their meal?

Well, in any case, that was indeed my problem as well. Remind me next time to put my phone on silent so I wouldn't blame the matter over someone else.

"I am. Zombies, yeah? How are they even real?" Clinton throws me a question; and it looks like his emotions had been stabilised from the matter.

"How would I know? Maybe it was from a government's mistake? Scientists? Bio-weapons?" These were my honest guesses and none of them provided any clues for it was currently left unanswered.

"I brought some cookies, you want so-"Before finishing her sentence, I drag Pura outside and locked the room's door. I could hear a faint sound crying parallel from the outside but, let's just say it was a ghost haunting the whole mansion. The ghost of an idiotic girl.

Pushing those aside, I positioned myself at the front door, hoping Pura's cries to subside. Her out of the context ideas, like offering some cookies, really drives me nuts and…

"You can come in. BUT JUST BE QUIET" I let my guard down and finally opened the door. She was sat on the floor, crying, while holding her precious cookies inside a cookie bag. Out of pity, I took her inside once again and grabbed one of her delightful products.

Tasty.

I didn't say a word, though. A little more compliment might damage the enlarged ego that'll lead her pissing me off.

"How was it? How was it~" she flashes a dazzling pure smile, similar from a child.

"It was good" that alone will suffice from the needless comment that I have to claim.

Her smile grew wider, as she hops her way towards the fluffy bed and sat patiently, listening to the resumed meeting we previously had. Her actions were a little bit fishy. I ain't buying it, young lady.

"As we're saying, this ' zombie apocalypse' "emphasising the word "made a ruckus over-night, and the situation had escalated quickly as we're in right now. The thing that the nurse had screamed last night might've been the reason for the reanimation of the undead" That was just a mere hypothesis. As we said a while back, no news nor articles had emerged from the internet whether these zombies were intentional or a 'natural disaster'.

"But the latest news had reported that a man named 'Andrew Turner', a famous scientist, made his laboratory exploded from the past 2 days ago. Can that be an acceptable reason for why these things had truly happened?"

He doesn't look like it but he's an intellectual man (question mark?). He used this small information brought down from the internet and deducted his conclusions.

"Or…WITCHES, dark magic, right?" he added, as he opens his arms wide, prideful from the concept.

Yep, a complete lunatic. I'll take that back.

Anyhow, I opened my smartphone and surf the internet, but only to find out that the networks had been unstable and no longer available. Fortunately, the data or the news had already been saved from my newsfeed (offline view) and what laid in front were articles being shown here and there, similar to our current experiences.

ZOMBIES EVERYWHERE

IS THIS THE END?

AN APOCALYPSE HAD REACHED HUMANKIND

And the stories go on and on and on. They were even live videos (but now, they're just normal videos who had turned life and… you get my point now, do you?) from news reporters and other random citizens recording the scene where rabid zombies tackle and gnaw the neck of the unfortunate man. I soon stopped playing the video and was rather disheartened from the events happening in the world.

"Damn"

Silence had once again echoed in the room; only our whispering hearts could be heard, dreadful, from the decaying daylight. And such, we need a plan to survive.

Will we be able to live against this chaos? I've seen a lot of stories and movies about a group of people surviving and even battling out zombies with guns and maces, crushing their heads like cotton candies. Jokes aside, I'm too scared…I, I don't know what to do. I don't even know my purpose from living in this nightmare. Not to mention, how about parents? They're doctors in large hospitals, and if our hunches are right, then they'll be the first one to be eaten, forgotten alive. What about the food? Shelter? Hygiene? Diseases? How can these zombies infect other beings? Does this virus travel through the air? Or through droplets entering our body?

So many questions but not a single query had been answered. We don't even know any martial arts in our sleeves. We're not even wielding efficient weapons and firearms at our disposal (lol, frying pan. Seriously?). It was lucky for us stumbling in this unknown hotel, luxurious, maybe, but the top floors are still an unknown area for us. What if the zombies upstairs numbers for like 20 or so? How can we even clutch our lives from that kind of catastrophe?

In any case, these people right now, my friends, are well-informed from the matter. Their faces might not be pale from the future ahead of us, but, they're fighting themselves, internally. Emotionally. That is why we need a leader. We need to formulate our abutting course of action. Our next destination. These hotels might already have been infested with those monsters. We need to go further away from the city, an open field, maybe? For us to plant crops that will sustain our nutritional needs. Or a river, where we can catch fishes and other organisms embedded in these bodies of water. Yeah, let's go with that.

"I have a proposal," I said, catching the attention of Pura and Clinton.

"So basically, we need to get out of here once we had drained all of the resources installed in the kitchen. We need to travel across the city and find a more suitable place for our stronghold. We can't rely much on the military. They might deem us one of them. Even so, we don't even know where they are, to begin with." I announced myself with a serious look in my eyes. It was a pleasant thing that these people are thoroughly listening to my words.

"So, it's either we escape this city or find the military's help to protect us, right?"

Clinton clarifies my claim, as he asks me a question about the gist of our plan

"That's about it" I answered.

Pura raises her hand.

"Alright, Pura. What's your question?" I pointed at her. The meeting had turned out to be a classroom-like setting.

"How about other survivors that we'd be able to find? What are we going to do, then?"

Good question. It's a moral dilemma that everyone will soon be able to experience. Will you be able to save someone and risk to exhaust all of your resources and your valuable safety? Some, with a good heart, might answer yes. But I

"No. We save ourselves. We can't save everyone" I… I said, with a cold and sad tone. What's important is our own lives. Although, let's say, if we did save someone, that person/people would clash from our beliefs. Moving as a group will slow our pace, specifically if we have kids and pregnant women on board. Even worse, a person that might betray us for their sudden selfishness towards their survival.

Pura express's a dissatisfied face, but she knew too well what I wanted to portray. Even Clinton was lowering his head in disbelief but couldn't land a comment towards the idea.

"We help if we can. But if we can't, let's just let it go." Saying once more. With a reluctant nod, we finally ended the topic.

2 weeks had passed and not a single zombie could be seen from the upper floors. We were switching posts from guarding the staircase. Electricity was finally out from all over the city, but the generator, which was pre-installed inside the 'Magique' building was still kicking in. We were given approximately 24 hours to escape, before the last discharge of power. And today, 2 P.M., we finally decided to leave.

"We need to leave the building and find a safer place within this 24-hour gap provided by the generator. So, we have two options.

One, we could go right now, with the safety of the daylight.

Or, we can wait 'til midnight and sneak ourselves with the safety of the dark

We're living in a democratic world after all, so, majority wins!"

I exclaimed with a thoughtless smile.