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were no longer humans they were the so called “Jacks” that the newscaster talked about. Suddenly a vehicle came into view that was moving. It crashed into a light post and the Jacks instantly started to beat at it. They pulled out a man and then he was covered by them. I could hear the screams intensify as he was being torn to pieces. Across on about the fourth floor of a business complex there was a woman hiding in a cubicle, it only took one Jack to end her life with one hit. One floor up a man jumped and landed in the chaos. These people must have been like me, a sane person in an insane world.
                  I didn’t want to look anymore. This was to be my fate, but I was distracted by a very old women. She was running to get to the man that had just fallen from above, but seemed to be slow from old age. She looked mad, like she was losing at bingo and wanted to strangle the announcer for not calling B3. However, when she approached a very large man stopped her and quickly ripped off her head in one fluid motion. 
                  I closed the curtain quickly just in time to vomit.
                  They killed each other and they killed humans. They used their strength to break down doors and pretty much everything else in sight. There were also the fires to look out for. No one and nothing was safe. Logic was out the window. I was now a gazelle surrounded by a pride of lions nearly ten billion in number. 
                  I had to reinforce the door. I added as much furniture as I could. Then I decided to take stock of my supplies and make myself up a bag in case I needed to make a quick getaway.
                  I filled my softball bag with food, water, basic medical supplies, a blanket, some hygiene products, a Zippo lighter, and some clothes. I had no idea what I would need and these seemed like the most useful. I should have watched more of the surviving the zombie apocalypse shows or read one of the survival books. I had always found them to be stupid and irrational. I was now kicking myself in the butt. Those doomsday prepers must be in their heyday.
                  It appeared after packing that I had enough food to last me a couple of weeks if the power stayed on and nothing happened to the water. That would be a miracle though. The screaming started to get louder and it became apparent I was not the only one occupying my apartment building. I felt safer being on the top floor, twelve stories up, but there were still four other tenants on my floor.
                  I couldn’t hear anyone on my floor, but it sounded like someone was wreaking havoc a few floors down. Maybe they would cause the whole building to come down and put me out of my misery.
                  Could I really survive this? I was only five foot four and weighed less than 110 pounds. I could run and swing a bat, because I had been playing softball my whole life, but this didn’t mean I was strong. I may even go crazy from all the screams outside.
                  While I was still sane I decided to leave a note for my family, if by some miracle they were alive and came looking for me. Their implants were working perfectly fine last I knew.
     
    Mom and Dad,
                  I’m Ok. It wasn’t safe so I had to leave. Please know that I love you both. I don’t know where I have gone, as I am writing this before I make a plan. Be safe and don’t worry about me. Just keep yourselves alive.
    I love you, Emma
                 
                  I pinned it up on the fridge as if it was a grocery shopping list.
                  The sounds below seemed to be getting louder. I prepared myself for flight and grabbed my bat. The knife felt too foreign in my hand. There was no way I would be able to stay hidden for a couple of weeks. My nerves would get the better of me. I needed to see what was