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I paid for a full year in
January, but life had interrupted my new year's resolution before
Valentine’s Day rolled around.
    Still, it shouldn't have been so hard for me
to spring up onto the edge of the divider and balance myself there
while I shifted into a good vantage point above Colby's door. The
alloy frame of the divider was digging into my knees and I tried to
roll my left leg to disperse my weight as I inched into position
over the scene below.
    I was finally able to catch a glimpse of my
first zombie; of course, at the time, it was just the guy who’d had
a beef with Colby. I know what you’re probably thinking, how could
you not know it was a zombie. Well let me tell you, when they are
that fresh, they look like everyone else. This guy was a little
thin and maybe a little bit pale, but other than that, he looked
much like any average Joe on the street, except he had blood on his
mouth from biting Colby.
    “He's just standing there,” I said down to
Colby. The guy tried to walk forward thumping his face against the
stall door a few times, “he definitely ain't all there, that's for
sure.”
    When I got no response from Colby, I looked
down at him. He appeared to have passed out. I backed up and slid
my body down the divider into my stall again. I sat there on the
edge of the toilet seat huffing and puffing. I really needed to get
into shape. After several more minutes had passed, I had caught my
breath and I noticed Colby wasn't breathing hard anymore.
    “Hey, Colby?” I asked into the silence.
    Mathew thumping the door a few more times was
the only response. He had moved back to bang his face against my
stall again. I could see the tips of his shoes from where I
sat.
    I briefly weighed the idea of lying down on
the floor and trying to slide under the alloy walls of the stalls
to the area by the urinals. If I was quiet, I might be able to get
out of the restroom without Mathew even knowing I was gone. There
was about a foot of empty space under the walls and I didn't think
I could manage it. I'm not a fat guy, but squeezing under there
would be tight. Plus, Colby had bled all over the floor in his unit
and I wasn't keen on the thought of squirming through that
puddle.
    I then pictured myself wedged under that wall
with Colby bleeding to death on the toilet above me when help
finally came. I could just picture the rest of the office holding
back their laughter as the fire department dismantled the aluminum
alloy wall pinning me to the tile floor.
    I figured since I had already been climbing
around the restroom like it was my own personal jungle gym, I would
make my way across the top of the stalls and then lower myself down
to the floor. I hoped this weirdo only had a thing for Colby and if
I just stayed out of it, I'd be all right.
    I pulled myself back up on the wall, taking a
moment to look down at Colby. He was sprawled, back against the
chrome pipes behind the toilet. The thin hair on his head was
matted with sweat and his face was pale. His bloody arm was rolled
palm up and suspended between his knees. Streaks of blood ran from
the angry wound on his forearm down to his wrist where it dripped
into the large puddle at his feet. There was a lot of blood.
    I felt like an idiot shifting around on top
of the stalls just inches from the ceiling. If someone had walked
in at that moment, I would have been hard pressed to explain
myself. Slowly, I crossed the stall Colby occupied, moving from our
adjoining wall across his door to the next wall over. I pushed the
door of the last stall shut so I could use it to cross to the last
wall, but also to keep Mathew Stubs out.
    As I got my knees on Colby's other wall I
felt his hands grip my right leg. I flipped my left leg over the
divider and yelled as my crotch was planted firmly on the one inch
wide partition. Slipping sideways, I lunged and caught the last
wall with my left hand, stopping my fall. I hung suspended above
the toilet, clinging to one wall and straddling