Get some soup.

You join the long queue for soup. Smells like chicken.

While waiting for everyone else in the line in front of you, you see a notice board pinned on the wall, and idly begin reading through what's been posted. There are a lot of photos of people, and handwritten names and phone numbers. It seems like a lot of people are trying to find their loved ones. Your heart twists a little as you realize that many, if not most of these people, have likely already been turned.

The gravity of the day sets in. The world as you know it has turned completely upside-down. Your retirement fund is probably not very useful any more; you might not get to see your parents ever again; your friends are probably already zombies; will mankind even survive the zombie outbreak? Will YOU survive? In just minutes, your entire office went from normalcy to an undead orgy. You may well have been the only one to make it out. Even if you do survive, you'll be sleeping on concrete in the open with hundreds of other people around you, sharing a handful of bathrooms with them, and there certainly won't be anywhere to charge your phone.

Really, it's bizarre. You used to fantasize about being the hero in a situation like this, but now that it's actually taking place, all you can do is think about petty bullshit and middle-class comfort rather than any more pressing issues. You imagined that maybe if the world ended you wouldn't have to worry about shit like bills or work or anything like that but really, it's a lot worse having to worry about imminent threats to your life at every moment of the day.

Well, it's not something you can do anything about now. You get your soup and sit down on the floor to eat it, cross-legged - all the seats and benches are occupied. It's some of the worst soup you've ever tasted, a very thin broth with a faint, rather artificial chicken flavor and far too little salt. Still, it's warm, and it fills your belly. Tired from walking several kilometers down the metro tracks, you elect to take a nap, laying down on the hard concrete, using your hands as a pillow. It's very uncomfortable, and the floor is dirty and covered in grime, and the noise is terrible, but you manage to fall asleep soon anyway.