There was no time for anything. The two shotgun shells went off so quickly after she'd begun talking to Heather, she was unsure if Heather had heard her at all. Things were getting heavy fast. The police car was busy. Then Jennifer realized why: she could see their faces like empty vases. Their shouts and cries were loud and chilling. They seemed to stumble forward, as if they could barely stand up. And there were a lot of them.<br/><br/>“oh my god...” She'd turned to see that Heather was gone. Jake had come out and talked to them both before dragging the prettier one away. Jennifer stumbled away from the office as if the zombies were in there as well. She was sick to her stomach and felt like vomiting. The dead were moving quickly but they were still some distance away. She could feel a gravity to her right, and she turned toward it, running to her room. The smart move was not totally clear to her. She didn't really make her decision based on logic. She was like a cat across the street from her house. Running in front of the car just so that she could be at home. It was hard to say if anyone had seen her dart to the door. She didn't look back, not for her friends, not for the zombies. She stalled at the lock for a moment before going inside. She had her nerves together enough to work the keys.<br/><br/>Once inside she put her back to the door, breathing heavy and whimpering quietly. Her lungs spasmed, there seemed to be no easy way to breathe. Her legs folded and she fell forward onto her knees. Still struggling to breathe and swallow, a hot tightness climbed up her chest. She gagged once and tried to swallow. Her hair had dropped around her face like a fly net. “no. I don't wan-” she whispered to herself before gagging again and throwing up. Her apple splashed against the carpet twice and her throat rattled. “oh.. fuck...” she was crying, upset with herself. There wasn't much in her stomach, that was a lucky thing. She would have kept going if there was.<br/><br/>There was a commotion outside, Jennifer dreaded what it was. She crawled away from the door quickly and balled together in the corner. She peaked over her squeezing arms at the entrances to the room, there were two of them. The window and the door, right next to the other. Her eyes were burning, her breathe was still stuck in the top of her lungs. The noise outside got louder. She closed her eyes, as if it would help to hide her away from intruders.