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“Well, if you weren’t a coward and stopped running around I would have already found you…Akio” He chuckled “And yes, I do miss you, why don’t we meet and catch up?”

youngblackandvegan:

This election is an excellent example of what lengths white people are willing to go to when they are afraid of losing their status as majority and privilege. White people, consumed by fear, created Trump

Well that’s racist and sterotypical

Oh fucking really?

sometimes I tweet about my dreams

The founder of Chobani yogurt has helped employ more than 300 resettled refugees. Now racists are calling to boycott the company.

Racism and xenophobia is on the rise and people like Mr. Ulukaya are unfairly being demonized. This man made his own fortune and employs thousands of Americans. He also gave many of his employees shares in the company making them instant millionaires.

“The minute a refugee has a job, that’s the minute they stop being a refugee” Mr. Ulukaya said in a talk he gave this year. 

Dodging a few oncoming runners, stumblers, Ando began to text his little brother. He knew HiroJi was at his swimming class, at least he hoped that was the case. Also they needed to get in touch with their father, maybe either one knew a little better about what was happening… Exactly what was happening. 

Perhaps it had been his own mistake at ignoring the man with the glasses who had warned him in quite a hurry to help him out. To help him usher everyone out of here. How was he supposed to do that? Ushering them away from what? From the crazy violent man, who apparently now had a partner in crime up in the middle of the stairs, also growling and screaming and… 

He had to dodge again as yet another throe of people came right at him. Not caring how bad this looked he headed over to the guy that had just asked him for help and had dragged him away smashing him up against a nearby pillar. “WHAT IS GOING ON!?” He was pissed, but then he was distracted again as his cell phone finally rang. A text message from his younger brother. 

It read exactly as ‘ANDO-KUN!!! RUN!!! WHATEVER YOU DO RUN! THERE’S ZOMBIES!!!’ 

He’d read it, his right hand, his free hand staring at the cell phone screen in slight shock, while his left continued to pin the man against the pillar. Ugh… He groaned inwardly. 

"Are you daft? I'm a medical technician, post-bacceloriate, you are in contempt of.. oh nevermind." He used the phone's text alert and concurrent distraction to break from the man's grip. "Put that away, and fetch me a flamethrower. You look the type."

Grunting, Gefrey switched his shoulder bag to face across his fly and sought for his medkit. "Tranqui- too weak. Need real time surveillance updates. Is that thing on area Wi-Fi? Zombies will be hitting the cell tower on that store roof, they hate the EMF.

Not to mention, he was getting up and ….. His eyes widened when he saw that same business man attacking one of the onlookers. In all the frenzy and distraction he had really failed to hear this man who had finally steadied himself and his warning, it had been clear right? The noisy violent attacker he was no joke, was he? 

The growling grew as well as the yelling. People started to disperse, and to everyone’s surprise there was even more growling coming from the top of the stairs and even more people running down, some falling over one on top of the other, probably tons of lawsuits waiting to happen, just a lot of chaos. 

“What…. What the hell is going on?” Ando finally asked, as he stared at the chaos going on in front of him. 

His brain currently on, let’s see, person who had fallen down the stairs was up again was growling and attacking someone, trying to eat their face. More growling from on top of the stairs, more people falling down, chaos, hmmmm mode…. Then the realization hit him. “Oh hell no.” He finally mumbled under his breath.  

Ando didn’t want to admit this, but he was already dreading the answer he was going to be given to that simple question he’d asked. That is, if among all the chaos, the man still on him had heard it.  

"I am not causing you bother!" Gefry clarified mid-wobble. He straightened his necktie. "Look, there is a menace at the lower steps and I need help ushering people from this, as in now!" The hardest thing was shaking passerby from panic faster than the panic inducing area of effect itself, but he was ready for this kind of situation since a friend's choking incident in post-grad saw more onlookers than air.

"That's right, keep away from the steps. Sir, turn around, hold the railing do not let people push against you."  He wished someone in vicinity had a flare gun, megaphone, anything.

A storefront security guard was midst talkie with his mates, pausing as the commotion grew at the station entry streetside. "I'll look into this, get the manager."

So far, his day had gone pretty smoothly, that is not counting the almost accident he had with his coffee. Luckily for him, he had this powers of his. Yes, thank goodness for stopping time, for teleportation, for those powers which he didn’t even like thinking about, and well it was those powers that had saved him, even if the thing they’d saved him from was rather….. petty? unimportant? random…. 

Onlookers finished their collective gape and went to assist him, but were immediately rebuffed by his strange noises and noticeable spasms.

That was all anyone could do really-- the station was experiencing an earnest, medically anomalous P2P zombie outbreak, the first grain of sand in an hourglass of impending doom.