I was just a normal guy, working a boring job just like every other normal person around me...
We all know when that changed. When every single one of our lives were either snuffed out, or irrevocably changed in ways even our nightmares didn't prepare us for...
I can't even remember what day of the week it was. Already, it feels like a lifetime ago. I was putting in my daily 8 hours of work at Techimax. Techimax was a multi-billion dollar corporation who had their hands in pretty much every area of Technology that you could think of. I was just one of many worker drones, typing up and filing reports regarding many matters for the company. We were right in the middle of performance reviews. *Humph* Basically just a way for the man to sit you down in a room and tell you all of the things you are doing wrong. Another way for them to remind you that they have all of the power and you are just another sheep in the herd. As if we didn't already know that...
The faint sound of my name being called over the intercom suddenly jolted me out of my day dream. It was my turn to see the office manager for my review. I saved whatever nonsense document I was working on and started down the hallway towards my managers office. His office was quite a bit offset from everyone else and it always creeped me out a bit, even before we had to worry about flesh eating corpses. I knocked and opened his door simultaneously, all the while questioning why I even knock in the first place if I don't even wait for a reply before I open the door. My mind interprets it as me playing my role as the sheep. Simply opening the door completely unannounced would be rude, and that isn't the corporate way. So I add a pointless knock, a knock that I am not even expecting an answer to, but I do it anyway, out of "respect".....So weak. Anyway, I'm way off topic.
I was shutting the door behind me before I even noticed that my boss, Adam, wasn't sitting at his desk. I heard a faint rustle in his personal restroom. "It's Kevin Kilpatrick....I'm here for my performance review.", I blurted out. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk to wait. Seconds after sitting down, I heard shouting from the office floor. Again, this office was oddly offset from the work floor, so I couldn't exactly make out what was being said, but I know it was shouting. Screaming. Screaming from different people. It was a lot of people. My mind immediately thought there was someone out there with a gun. In the thousands of daydreams that I'd had over the years working here, I'd certainly thought about what I would do if someone ever decided to shoot up the place. This environment was definitely the type that could drive someone to doing something like that, so I'd prepared many times for this, in my mind. You can never really prepare for situations like that though.
The shouting and screaming became louder and even though I hadn't heard gunshots, I knew people were being attacked. Those screams were screams of pain. The type of screams that a human being never makes, unless their brain is telling their body that it is in excruciating pain. I was instantly hit with so much adrenaline that I started shaking. I called out to my manager Adam, but there was no answer. I shoved my chair under the office doors handle and instantly realized it really doesn't work like in the movies. I locked the door knob and made my way over to my manager's bathroom door. I knocked, but there was still no reply.
"Adam, it's Kevin. Something is happening on the work floor. People are screaming."
"Adam! I'm using your phone to call the cops."
*The bathroom doorknob rattles*
I grabbed the bathroom doorknob and began opening the door, but Adam was standing right there in front of it. He had blood and vomit all over the front of his shirt and down his pants. He didn't speak, but he started gurgling and moaning. He started aggressively pulling at the door in order to open it fully. It's times like these that we look back on and remark about how everything seemed to be in slow motion...
I think it's because our brains can process information so quickly in order for us to quickly make decisions fast in survival situations. The reason I bring this up is because my slow motion event started at the very instant that my manager started pulling at the door. My brain processed how aggressively he was starting to pull within millionths of a second of it actually happening. It questioned why he was being so aggressive. It then began sending me defensive signals as it perceived the aggressive behavior as an attack. At the same time, it was processing the confusion I had about why there was so much blood all over him. Writing, or saying these things takes time, but processing all of this in the moment takes less than a full second. This is why we perceive this feeling of slow motion when we look back on events like these.
Another shot of adrenaline hits my blood stream and I grip that door knob with all of my strength as both of us begin violently pulling at that door. I instantly knew that I had just entered into a life or death situation. I don't know how long we both tugged at that door, but I ended up losing that battle as the door began to tear from it's hinges. He yanked violently and I lost my grip on the knob. I fell back onto the floor and he was tearing out of that bathroom for me. Adam was one of those new-agey, hippie of the future type guys. He had one of those big salt crystal lamps sitting on top of his desk. I was acting on pure animal instinct at that point, because I don't even remember making my body shuffle back across the floor to the desk. I had that big salt crystal lamp in my hands and was smashing it as hard as I could against his skull before I remember being back in conscious control of myself. This thing was heavy, and relatively jagged as well. It smashed a dent in his head that made me think of playing golf. It reminded me of the divots in the earth that you make when your club hits the ground mid swing. And that was the end of Adam. That was the end of everything.
I did end up making my way out of the building at some point, and then out of the city. Everyone I knew and loved was dead, or dying, and I wonder every day how I am still alive myself. I'm not the type of guy that is supposed to survive this. Roaming the world with danger around every corner.
I was just a normal guy, working a boring job just like every other normal person around me...Or at least, I was.