I gun it out of my driveway and onto the main drag. On my way to my workplace, I saw that my neighbor wasn't the only one who admit a similar fate.
There were dogs, cats birds, even deer, eating dried up people all over the place. The same story was being played out all over the town.
Since there was no traffic on the roads, I ignored all the stoplight and headed straight to work. The drive usually would've taken me 30 minutes, but I made it there in 10. One perk of the apocalypse is that there is no traffic on the roads, or at least no car traffic.
The parking lot of my workplace was empty safer two cars that I knew for a fact belong to my coworkers. I flew into the parking lot, parked my car, all catty, Wompus, and bolted inside because from the outside I could already see the dog yards were in chaos.
I was headed to the back, but I immediately had to close the door because there's some dogs loose from their cages.
I grabbed the broom that was sitting by the bathroom door and used it to keep the door shut. From what little I could see on the door in the short time, I opened it. I already knew that both my coworkers that were here have been eaten.
I stepped away from the door and took a deep breath and put my hands over my eyes. "This can't be real! This has to be some sick joke, right?"
As much as I wish that was true deep down I knew it wasn't. After I took a moment to compose myself, I started coming up with a plan to deal with the situation.
From what I saw online, there's still a chance that some of the dogs in there are alive if they were in the crates and the other crazy dogs hadn't gotten to them yet.
I came up with a crazy plan, but it just might work. I locked the front door, Open the door to the employee break area behind the office, and started getting things ready.
From behind the office, I got a little dancing dog that made noises and sounds when you turned it on. We sometimes brought it out for the customers kids when they came to pick up their dog with their parents, But it would be the perfect distraction and bait.
I put it in the employee lounge, turned it on and then went back to the door. I tied some rope to the handle, fed it through the bathroom door underneath the small gap at the bottom, locked the bathroom door after I got inside and then yanked the rope.
The door flew open. I waited till I heard all the dogs going back there. I unlocked the bathroom door and ran towards the door to the employee break room.
By the grace of God, I managed to close it and trap all the crazy dogs in there. I quickly grab chairs the table that we used behind the desk and anything else I could move and put it in front of that door. I could hear them trying to tear it down.
After I was sure it was secure, and since it was the only way out of that room, I let out a sigh of relief and headed towards the back to see what had happened.
What I saw when I got back, there broke me. Tears started streaming down my face. "Kyle!" I shouted, as I saw what remained of one of my coworkers.
Even though there was nothing left, but a few chewed up bones, I knew it was him by the simple fact that his body was inside. He was the manager on shift so he would've been inside while Lila was outside with the dogs.
Walking past what was left of Kyle, I started looking around the back to see if any dogs that weren't crazy we left.
I heard a soft barking, and I ran Deeper into the crate rooms. I saw a very small, miniature schnauzer, smaller than the average, and my face immediately lit up with joy.
"Lulu," I shouted with a giant grin on my face. I ran over to her as fast as I could.
She was in a crate, which clearly the others had tried to break into, but hadn't managed to yet. It was hard for the crazy dogs to get into it, but me being a human with a opposable thumbs I just popped it open, and she jumped straight into my arms.
"I'm so glad you're OK!" I was crying as I said this, and she began licking my tears away as she wagged her tail.
I walked over to a closet and opened it. Inside with some of the spare Crates we kept for the holidays. I grabbed a smaller one with my free hand that wasn't holding Lulu and headed towards the bathroom.
"Don't worry Lulu everything's gonna be fine. I'm just gonna see if any of the other doggies are OK and then I'll be right back. You just stay right here OK?" She licked my face, some more almost as if she was saying yes.
I sent the crate down next of the toilet, closed and locked the door behind me, and headed back to the back.
I managed to find one more dog tucked away in a corner that wasn't crazy, but he had been hurt real bad.
His name is Archie, and when I found them, he had had one of his ears ripped off and had a big old chunk taken out of his side. He wasn't in a crate and it was clear he fought like hell to stay alive.
"Hey Archie, it's me. I'm right here. Everything's gonna be OK now," I said this to him as I approached him. He started wagging his big old tail and it was thudding against the ground.
Archie was a German Shepherd and one of the friendliest big dogs we had other than the Great Danes.
He lowered his head as I got closer to him, and I rushed to his side. I started petting him to reassure him that everything was gonna be OK and to get a better look at what was going on.
He was real beat up. I called him to follow me and he limped over my way as I walked towards the first aid cabinet. In that cabinet we had all the supplies you would need to patch up a human or a dog.
I was no vet, but I could do doggy first aid very well. I put a big old bandage on his head to cover his ear and a big old bandage wrapping around his metal to keep everything from bleeding too much. I knew he probably needed some stitches, but I was just trying to stop the bleeding for the time being. I didn't want to try to learn how to stitch up someone quite at the moment or at least until I made sure there were no other survivors in the building or outside the building.
After that, I let him to the bathroom, where Lulu was and locked them both in.