Ryan Monroe stood, the room and the people around him, muttering amongst themselves as they too watched the TV Emergency broadcast were nothing more than a blur as he focused on the broadcast, it sounded like the world was going to shit. He watched until it's end.
[i]"Moving onto the 10PM weather forecast"[/i] Now his mind was in overdrive, so this is how it ends. A zombie apocalypse, his quasi-nightmare had come true. Zombies were afoot. The quarantine would prevent anyone from leaving the city, dead or alive, meaning he was stuck in this boiling pot just waiting to explode.

He looked around the lobby, perhaps for the first time in about thirty minutes. He looked at the people crowded around him, neighbors and fellow apartment dwellers, some he'd gotten to know, others not so much. Guess we're in this shit together then. Moving over to the lobby desk, the receptionist appeared to be no where to be seen. He grabbed a few leaflets with the bold, black letters CDC across them that were scattered across the hard oak wood desk and stashed them into his messenger bag. Who knows, this information could be important, vital even. Then the sound of the crunching of metal and a boom followed suit. Ryan whipped around, seeing flames flaring and raging across the street through the windows, then he saw the priest from the local parish. 
[i]This really must be Doomsday[/i]
He appeared to be guiding a policemen, looking like hell through the doors. Then... then he saw it, a zombie, running no less. He remembered from the CDC leaflets that these zombies had something like stages, depending on the time of death. Seems like this one had been dead for quite a while. 

He watched the infected in a stunned silence, any doubt that this was actually happening now removed from his head. And a number of new thoughts rolled in as he backed away from the window towards the stairs, do i have enough food? Could i barricade my apartment? Should i call my family, no the lines would be full by now or just simply not working... Then reality came tumbling back when somebodies shoulder slammed into him as the crowd rushed for the stairs behind him. He looked back towards the lobby entrance, seemed the policeman and the priest, a strange pair had dispatched the infected that had broken in. Collecting his thoughts as the crowd pushed past him, he pressed himself against the wall at the bottom of the stairwell to avoid being taken with the crowd, he saw a figure through the crowd, armed with what appeared to be an assault rifle. 
[i]What the... that's just been sitting around his apartment?[/i]

Shots followed shortly after as the armed man went into the lobby. When the rushing crowd began to lessen, Ryan took his moment to step out, taking a look into the lobby he heard the last of the priests words, something about barricading the stairwell. Stepping forward. 
"I... I'll help." Ryan called out.