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[i][b]"Mom? Mom, answer the phone... please?"[/b][/i] Thomas cried silently as he dialed his mother's phone number again but all the came was the same tone of the lines being busy. It was no surprise with the situation happening outside, the only thing he wish he would of done, was to stay home if he knew this was going to happen. He gave a small sniffle and wiped his eyes which were beginning to tear up, and pushed against the wall the he was leaning on. He felt terrible, an empty feeling inside his stomach that made him felt very hollow at the fact that he had no idea what was happening back at home, where zombies might be over there as well. Trying to avoid of thing anything else, he unlocked the bathroom door's lock and peeked into the near empty rooms of the airport. The worst place to possibly be, as he saw the shambling corpses of former humans bumping into the glass doors from both inside and outside. He took and deep breath and retreated back into the backroom, where he locked the door once more. 

Thinking about what was supposed to happen on his vacation here, he was supposed to be picked up by one of his friends of Grade School, and spending the night before being picked up by one of his aunts. But now, that plan was out of the window as he expected none of that was going to happen. He gave a silent sigh and checked his luggage bag that he had obtained from luggage retrieval area. Inside, it contained about several days worth of clothes, about 5-7 days he estimated but knowing him they would last for about 4 days at most. He also packed his toothbrush and toothpaste inside there along with a bottle of shampoo and conditioner in a traveling size. But none of that would actually be a help for him, as he tried to escape the building without being noticed by any of the walking corpses. 

Taking a deep breath before trying to formulate some sort of plane, he opened the bathroom door and looked back and forth down the hall, making the coast was as clear as it would be. He briskly opened the bathroom door, thankfully not creaking loudly as most public doors did and silently picked up his feet as he walked on the carpet floor silently, bringing his bag along with him. Into the reception area of the airport, the front entrance was where the majority of the zombies laid so leaving through that way was impossible. Elevator was also a stupid idea, and entering through a emergency exit would only attract more zombies, but what other choice did he have? Besides breaking the large panes of glass

His mind focused on his plans, he briskly walked to the emergency exit and took a deep breath. He adjusted his grip on his bag, so that he held it in his entire arm so it didn't bounce everywhere when it he would run. With his beginning step pushing him forward, he slammed open the emergency door and began to run. Trying to clear as much distance as he could, with adrenaline and fear fueling his drive...

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Huffing and puffing with his jacket sleeve covering his mouth, he was trying to muffle the sounds. Struggling to continue a running or jogging pace, so Thomas was left walking through the alleys. Hoping to find  refuge somewhere where he could clear his mind and rest. He looked at his legs, with light scratches from scraping the  brick walls of the buildings as he bounced into them. 

A loud booming voice echoed through the alley as he tried to locate it. No further sounds confirmed that she was dead or she would of been screaming. So he guess that's a good sign for now, as he went to search for where that voice came from. Walking down the alley, with his breath steadying slowly, he peeked from the corners to make sure that he was clear to move out waited until he had the opportunity to do so.

Eventually reaching a stairwell going down, he looked around to make sure none of the corpses were around before he descended the stairs. Reaching to the bottom of the stairs, there was only a single door. Wondering if anyone was inside, he politely knocked, mimicking Anna from the Disney film 'Frozen'.

[b]"Hey you guys, do you want to build a snowman? If not then let me in... Please?"[/b] He asked as he tried the doorknob futilely before he waited to be let in. 
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