Rage begins in my office.

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I was sitting at my desk drinking a spiced cider when my coworker Ming Ling came up to me to chit chat.  I was really bored, so I gave her my full attention.  The name Ming Ling is a little misleading.  She's actually only half Asian, and she looks about a tenth Asian.  So the most Asian thing about her is her name. 

So we just start to talk about how our customers suck when she gets tackled and taken to the ground.  And I'm talking a full-on, NFL style smoking tackle!  And it's Mika, our other coworker.  Under normal circumstances, Mika and Ming Ling get along really well, so something was amiss.  Our boss came shuffling by with his slow gait.  He didn't seem to notice, but then, ever since he got promoted, he's been dying on the inside a little each day.  He used to be one of us, but no more.  In any case, Mika was furious, beating Ming Ling with her fists before she grabbed her shoulder and bit right into her.  At that point I was pretty sure I was in the beginning of a zombie apocalypse.  Rage zombies, to be specific.  Normally they are technically still alive, but taken over by an uncontrollable rage, usually caused by a bacteria.  They are non-thinking, but fast.  Very fast.  I keep a huge crowbar at my feet under my desk, just within reach.  It's a construction-type company, so no one even bats an eye.  I hauled that out as I got up and took a golf-like swing at Mika's head.  There was a loud crack and Mika just crumpled as she fell over.  At this point, there was pandemonium in the office, and it wasn't from just this.  The whole office had erupted in screams. 

I grabbed my messenger bag and swung it over my back.  It had my keys which I put in my front pocket and my handgun in a holster with I clipped to my belt.  Technically, we weren't supposed to have guns in the office, even though I had a conceal and carry permit, but I was sure glad I brought that in!  Ming Ling was already going into convulsions and foaming at the mouth.  I knew I couldn't save her. 

I turned and strolled with a quickness through the cubes in the direction that would be the quickest way out, but as I got to the common hallway, I saw people running at me from both directions.  Rather that get into an old-fashioned melee with a couple of rage zombies, I opted to stepp through into the private office in front of me.  The whole outside row of offices had their own doors, and each had a window, while the cubes were in the center.  You know, typical setup.  I slammed the door behind me and locked it.  This building was pretty solid, and I was pretty sure that would hold them.  One of them made it to the door and was pounding on it in frustration.  I assessed my situation.  If I could somehow break the window, my car was almost right outside.  I looked through the shade and saw that people were running, but not that many outside.  If this zombie outbreak started in my office, well, it figured, let's just say that much.  A couple of sound hits with the crowbar and the window went crashing out.  I hopped through and looked both ways.  I quickly moved to my car and grabbed my keys.

I opened my car with the remote entry, but someone came running out of the front door.  They saw me, growled and charged.  My door was open and I threw my messenger bag in, but I was going to have to deal with this.  Rather than risk a brawl that could allow more to come, I took the easy way out.  I drew my pistol and held steady, aiming right at her forehead.  She just kept running straight at me.  She was about five feet away when I pulled the trigger.  The bullet hit her in the face and spun her end for end as the momentum of her run was competing with impact of the bullet.  I shoot a .45, so it wasn't that serious, but good enough at a distance of five feet.  That complete, I hopped in my car and drove out of the parking lot. 

The thing about rage zombies is that they don't live that long.  Technically, they're still alive, and since they don't have the wherewithal to drink any water, they typically dehydrate and die pretty quickly.  I knew just the place for that.  There was an old warehouse converted into a self-storage facility just a couple of blocks down.  I had a place rented out there just in case something like this would happen.  Honestly, I've been expecting a zombie apocalypse for a long time, so I've been planning.  I already had more weapons, food, water, and other supplies in there.  The facility was old, with thick cement walls and steel doors.  And the storage areas could be locked from the inside.  It would probably be boring, but I'd be fine.  I even had some books I could read.  I really enjoy reading.  But so much for my boring day today!