I was putting things away in the basement of my workplace when the zombies struck. Frantically I rushed to evacuate the place, fending off as many as I could with my Louisville Slugger. There were a dozen of them, and all of their heads made for easy “home runs”. I’d feared this would happen for a long time, so I’d done my best to prepare for this – I’d invested in an apartment on the 50th floor of a downtown high-rise and stocked it with food, water, whatever I’d need to survive without going outside.
Getting there was only slightly tricky – the zombies couldn’t move very fast, and my baseball bat easily took care of the ones who did catch me. My heart sank when I saw a horde outside my building’s doors, but I swiftly slid past them just as the metal security door closed. I figured I was safe – even if they did get past that door, climbing 50 flights of stairs would be impossible f