<div class="floatright">(http://www.thelearningcommunity.us/Portals/0/teen%20girl%20with%20backpack.jpg)</div>Emma had gone to bed early last night, knowing that she would have a long day of school work to do. A 19 year old student who came from New York to a private Atlanta art's college, she knew that she had to get good grades. Her family wasn't very rich and only her grades and extra curricular activities had gotten her a scholarship and allowed her to go to college.<br/><br/>But this morning as she woke up, right away something seemed amiss. Her phone isn't what woke her up, as it usually would. Instead, there were strange noise coming from outside the apartment. She lived in a fairly small building, perhaps a dozen apartments, right in the middle of the city, so the fact that noise could be heard from the street wasn't that unusual, but before she could get back to sleep, she noticed a weird smell. Slowly, she got up in her bed and looked around. A shiver ran down her spine when she noticed the low mist, as if a greenish ooze had invaded her apartment, hanging in suspension in the air.<br/><br/>Emma stood up and went to her desk, putting on her jeans, bra and shirt. She typically slept just in her panties. Hearing the noise again, apparently coming from outside, she decided to go and see what was happening. But as she opened the window, she gasped at the sight, her eyes opening wide.<br/><br/>Hideous monsters were coming out from everywhere, chasing people down the street and biting them. People were screaming, running away, trying to defend themselves with everyday items. Many of the undead looked rotten, as if they had suddenly all risen up from graves, but as people got caught unaware, they dropped to the ground, convulsing as the deadly toxin filled their veins, and died. But of course, a few minutes later, they too would rise and try to eat. Some people fought back, and it appeared as if the zombies could be killed successfully with a strong hit to the head. But there were simply too many of them, and as more people fell, their numbers would grow.<br/><br/>Stunned, not knowing what to do, Emma did the only sensible thing she could think of: She grabbed her phone, and tweeted about it.<br/>