They said there was a Ebola virus. They said it was terrorists. They said it was killing people. It was all over the east coast. No one was panicking though. Know one knew they should yet. That was until the first hordes of infected broke free from the hospitals and then it was panic.

I was at work. I had one ear to the news that was playing in my hotel lobby on the TV. It was panic. They were saying lock your doors, don't go anywhere, don't drink the water. I had to leave. I was the only one at the desk though. I didn't care I left. The traffic was crazy. Everyone was trying to get on the freeway I just wanted home. I got out of my car emptied out my backpack except for my MP3 player, car keys, and running shoes. I didn't need all my papers or school books. I began to run.

I got one mile before I took off my work flats and threw on my running shoes. I ran the last 3 miles home. Thank God I run every morning. It was all training for this moment and I had no idea.

I tried calling my fiance. No answer. I tried again. Nothing. Everyone was either milling around the apartment complex or leaving. I ran to the front door. I started gathering food stuffs and shoving it in my bag. I looked for things that could hold water. All I could find was mason jars. I began to fill them with water from the toilet tank because the water was off. Four all together. I began to look for something to put the cat in. A box? A gym bag? The backpack was full. I opted for the bag. Zip Locked his food and shoved the oblivious feline in the gym bag. Ignoring his meows I began to dial frantically to my fiance. No answer. I left a message.

"Lost the car babe, had to run home. Where are you? God I hope you are safe baby. You have the Jeep baby just leave straight from work and go to your dad's. We will be safer up there from this. I have the cat and food. I have some water. I will get a ride."

I realize I have been holding the phone so tight my fingers are white. I'm sweating. It's only 33 degrees outside I need clothing suitable. I put on my Polar Underarmour and jeans. My boots and socks. I pack extra socks, running shoes, and underwear in the gym bag with the now very annoyed and scared cat.

I swing the gym bag over my shoulder and put on my backpack. Then I remember. The camera! I grab it and shove it in my coat pocket. I check for my wallet and leave the apartment without locking it.

I'm on a mission to find someone with a vehicle that would be willing to go up north with me. I need a ride. I try my fiance one more time on the phone. Nothing.

I walk up to the first person I see. A man who lives in E6 or 4 I forget.

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