I only remember packing quickly with a few other people. We were in an apartment complex, and everyone was evacuating. I was a little worried about taking food with me that would keep. There was a zombie infestation. I was with two younger females, in their early teens. One of them screamed that an "infected" was coming. I looked over and a man was just standing there looking dazed. He didn't attack or anything. Apparently they weren't those crazy flesh hungry zombies. They were more like the voodoo confused zombies.
I thought, "Oh, big deal. Why are we even leaving if that's the case?" Then my old friend Benton showed up and he was going to come with us. We jumped in a red convertible that was supposed to belong to my mother and took off. The young girls vanished once we started driving. We ended up back at my father's house in Huntington Beach where I grew up. While int eh house, I told my dad that I'd feel much more comfortable if he'd install a spiral staircase outside my bedroom window in case I needed to escape or just to have a private entry. He agreed and we began to pick out a few he just had lying around.
Benton had to go because he was worried his mom would be worried about him. I told him I'd drop him off. But as we started to drive, we ended up in a fabric store where they had samples of traditional Oaxacan women's dresses. I told him that people actually dressed like that still. He thought that was cool. I dropped him off at his mom's place, and kissed him goodbye and then took off.