A zombie apocalypse was sweeping across the nation. The epidemic was spreading so fast and was so imminent that the powers that be weren't even attempting evacuation or rescue procedures; they were merely recommending that people prepare for their inevitable deaths in whatever way they saw fit.
Utterly terrified, I separated myself from my family, barricading myself inside the bathroom absolutely determined that I would survive or at least be in control of how I died. I thought that by entrapping in the bathroom it would bide me some time to think of an escape or survival plan.
However, everything started to go wrong; from the door coming off the hinges to people poking their heads through the window to chat to me about the current turn of events.
When the husband of the woman I was talking to came to whisk her away to safety I felt a pang of sadness that I didn't have anyone physically present in my life to care about me, the way he cared for her.
I somehow managed, in the midst of all the chaos, to take a bath; reasoning that if I was going to die, I wanted to feel clean and good about myself.
As the noise and mayhem began to gain momentum and get louder and closer, I tensed up as I prepared myself for the inevitable.
Then, everything went silent.
I looked up and everything was dark.
A mysterious, faceless figure began speaking to me. It explained that it was going to let me in on a secret; the zombie apocalypse had never actually been a zombie apocalypse at all!
Instead, it was a dark, supernatural force, not unlike the 'Slenderman' urban legend that was engulfing the nation and wiping out humanity.
My blood went cold as I found myself standing on an upper level floor watching as a dark, shadowy figure floated underneath me. I had been given a chance to survive but I knew I had to hide before the shadow found me.
