Elijah sat in the dimly lit restroom of the abandoned office building, the only place he could find a signal for his phone. He huddled in the corner of a toilet stall, his backpack beside him, the glow of his phone casting an light on his face, engrossed in a whispered conversation with Andrew, he was oblivious to the impending danger just outside the stall.
"Where the fuck are you? Don't tell me you overslept again" Elijah asked
"Yeah I overslept my bad" Andrew responded in a calm tone as if he didn't care.
"Class is about to start you better hur-" Elijah was interrupted by a sudden shuffling sound caught his attention. He paused, narrowing his eyes as the noise persisted. Without warning, a low growl echoed through the restroom the knocking that followed was met.
"Hey buddy this stall is in use go find another, and why are you growling like that??" Elijah declared with an annoyed tone in his voice.
The conversation with Andrew forgotten, he stared at the door. The relentless knocking continued, each thud punctuating the horror unfolding just inches away.
"Hey buddy did you not fucking hear me?" Elijah shouted, kicking the door open revealing the hollow gaze of the undead on the other side. Elijah's breath caught, his pulse quickening as he realized the peril he was in, the surprise of the lurking zombie outside the stall had turned a moment of refuge into a fight for survival, and Elijah, unaware of the larger apocalypse beyond that restroom, faced an unexpected and harrowing challenge in the confined space of the stall.
Panic surged through him, his mind racing for a plan. He clutched the backpack, now holding the metal pipe, ready to defend himself against the unexpected threat. With a sudden burst of adrenaline clouding out all noise including the shouts from the phone call he was on earlier, Elijah swung the metal pipe as the zombie lurched forward, its decaying hands reaching for him. The clang of metal against bone echoed in the confined space, and Elijah's heart pounded in his chest.
Elijah always thought to be prepared for anything that were to happen, little did he know that this seemingly mundane choice would become a crucial lifeline in the face of the unexpected zombie threat in the restroom. The metal pipe, once a forgotten item tucked away for an unknown future, had now become Elijah's impromptu weapon against the encroaching horrors of the apocalypse. Desperation fueled his movements as he fought to keep the undead at bay. The stall became a battleground, each swing of the pipe a precarious dance between survival and the encroaching danger. The zombie, relentless and unyielding, pressed on, its guttural moans mingling with Elijah's labored breaths. As the struggle continued, Elijah's mind raced. He knew he couldn't stay trapped in the restroom forever. With a final, determined swing, he managed to force the zombie out of the stall, quickly shutting and locking the door behind it.