"Wake up Justine. It's 6:05, time to start your day." 
Ah, the same words she heard every morning from her Grandpa. Justine reached around her bed looking for her phone and finally found it right next to her head. The screen lit up, partially blinding her until her eyes got used to the artificial light. Her boyfriend had texted her, like he always did when he got off working the night shift. She loved waking up to his sweet messages. She got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The rest of the morning went as it always did. Makeup, clothes change 3 different times, blow dry and straighten her hair and pack her backpack. The same thing she did every day. As she grabbed her cup of coffee before she walked out the door to Grandpa's barely working truck, her little grey kitten cried at her feet. Odette never wanted her to leave. She bent down and touched her cat's nose with her finger and said "I'll be home later tiny one." Odette gave her a look as if to say she was satisfied with the little touch she got and Justine walked out the door.
The drive into town was quiet. Justine drove this road so many times in her life that she could watch the drive in her head like a movie. As they finally pulled onto main street, Justine noticed that there weren't very many cars on the road. There was usually just the few adults driving to work, the same cars every morning. Then they noticed one car going VERY fast right down the middle of main street followed by a police car and the wailing of sirens.They pulled off to the side of the road and watched the pedal-happy driver cascade past them onto the far off highway with the police car in hot pursuit.
"What the hell was that about?" Justine asked her grandpa in confusion.
"I have no idea," said her grandpa looking in his rearview mirror on the lookout for anymore reckless drivers. 
As they continued down main street, it was silent as death. Getting a little uneasy, Justine clutched her half of the best friend necklace she shared with Lexi. Her best friend had moved to Wisconsin after she graduated but they still stayed in touch very well and both wore the necklaces every day. That never failed to calm her.
They arrived at the school and she stepped out of the truck and swung her backpack over her shoulder. She said bye to her grandpa and walked up to the front doors of the schoool. As she opened the doors, she noticed that there was no one in the hallways. Just as she was about to turn around and walk out, one of her best friends ran up to her and screamed at her to run. Without another word, Michelle took off as fast as she could. Confused and overwhelmed, she looked down the left end of the hallway and suddenly understood why she was running. Coming down the hallway in a horde were at least 20 of the students she knew very well stumbling blind towards her. She stood in shock for a minute before realizing that she would become one of them if she didn't run. She kicked off her boots, which she couldn't run in and threw them at the first zommbie leading the horde and pegged him right in the face. As she ran down the hallway the same way that Michelle had gone, she heard the groan of pain and the hiss of confusion from the other stumbling beasts. What a good way to start a Monday.