Zombie Reservation

Zombie Outbreak in a small town, on a native reservation. Guy and Girl witness it from inside a store where they work.

It happened in Poplar, MT. In December, 2016. It was lightly snowing outside when a guy and his lovely girlfriend were walking to The Rez Store. It was night time, and there was almost no wind at all. They were two blocks from the store when they heard a growl behind them, in the alley.
"Did you hear that, Tristen?" asked the girl, as she stopped walking.
"Yeah," replied Tristen, turning around and looking back, the snow crunching under his boots. "Sounded like a dog."
They heard the growling getting closer and then it stopped. Tristen picked up a big rock. The alley was dark and the couple couldn't see the unknown animal as it stalked them.
"Let's go," said the girl.
"Okay." said Tristen, turning to follow her.
Suddenly the creature appeared and lunged at Tristen. It dug it's sharp-edged teeth into his right forearm.
Tristen cried out in pain. The rock fell from his right hand, as he tried to pull away from the wild animal that wouldn't let go of him.
The creature looked like a big wolf/dog, with black fur.
Tristen punched the large wild animal with his free hand several times, but it wouldn't let go.
The girl picked up the rock and hit the beast on the head with it. The creature released Tristen's arm and ran off.
Tristen's girlfriend called 911, and soon after an ambulance picked them up. At the hospital, Tristen had to stay overnight. The doctors wanted to do blood work. Tristen said goodnight to his girlfriend. They kissed goodbye before she went home.
Outside the hospital, the paramedics got another emergency call on their two-way radios.
"Damn. That's the 12th call in the last thirty minutes." said the Paramedic.
The Ambulance Driver turned on the siren and flashing lights, then drove away.

It was now 12:18 am. The employees of The Rez Store had locked the doors and were now cleaning up.
The Rez Store was 30 feet wide and 50 feet long. The two front metal doors were facing the packing lot in front of the building. The back door was on the other side of the building, facing a street.
Damon was kind of chubby, and stood at a medium height. His hair was black and he had a buzz cut. He was sweeping the floor in front of the entrance. Outside, Damon noticed two police cars drive by, really fast, on the highway. The vehicles had their emergency lights and siren on.
"Where are they going?" asked Sandy, from inside the restroom where she was cleaning. Sandy was a slim girl with medium length dark hair. She was shorter than Damon.
"They're heading downtown." said Damon.
Suddenly there was pounding on the front doors.
"Somebody, let me in! Please? Hurry!" yelled a man.
Damon looked at the entrance, which had a small square window on each door. "We're closed, boss."
"They're chasing me." said the man, trying to open the door.
"What's your name and who's chasing you?" asked Damon.
"Anthony, and I don't know what's chasing me. Now let me in!" yelled Anthony.
"Hold on, the manager has the keys." said Damon turning around.
"Damn it!" screamed Anthony. He turned and ran east, disappearing around the corner.
Damon walked back to the front doors, and looked out at the parking lot. At the northwest corner of the lot, there was a lightpole. Below the lightpole, a person emerged sprinting. It growled as it ran, sounding like a male. The sprinter ran east, chasing after Anthony.
Damon looked back toward the lightpole. Coming from the darkness, appeared a person walking. Another walker emerged, then another, then another, followed by more.
"Hey, check this out!" shouted Damon.
Sandy walked over and peeked out the other window. "Is that blood? Why do they have blood coming out of their mouths?"
"Maybe they've been in an accident." said Damon.
"All of them?" asked Sandy.
The walkers didn't seen to be in pain. They were just slowly moving with blank faces. Some of them were limping, with blood soaked bandages. The bandages were on their arms, others had their legs bandaged. One female had gauze wrapped around her neck.
"What's going on?" asked Manager Marcus, coming out of the office.
"They're just staggering around like goons." said Damon, pointing out the window.
"They're bleeding too." said Sandy.
"What happened?" asked Marcus, walking to Sandy's door and looking out.
"I don't know, but they look hurt. I'm calling for help." said Sandy, going into her pocket for her cellphone.
Manager Marcus began unlocking one of the doors with his key.
"I don't think we should go out there." said Damon.
"We gotta help them." said Marcus as he opened the door and walked outside. He left the key in the door.
"The line is busy." said Sandy, holding her phone to her left ear.
Marcus walked up to the nearest person, a female, and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Are you okay?"
The girl had long black hair, with red eyes. She had blood on her lips, chin, neck, and on the front of her white shirt. She looked up at Marcus and groaned.
Marcus turned his head and called out, "Is help on the way?"
The female opened her mouth and sank her teeth into Marcus' neck.
Marcus screamed in pain.
The goon pulled it's head back and tore a chunk of flesh out of Manager Marcus' neck. Blood streamed out of the right side of his neck, onto his tan shirt. Marcus put his hand up to his neck and fell down backwards.
"Holy s**t, she bit him!" exclaimed Sandy, looking on in disbelief.
The female goon dropped down on top of Marcus and bit into his chest. Other goons soon joined her in eating him.
"No!" Screamed Manager Marcus.
Then one of the man walkers noticed Damon and Sandy. It raised it's right hand and pointed at the two. Then it roared. The mob of flesh eaters looked at him. It lowered it's hand and began walking straight toward the store. The rest of the goons followed him. The swarm of flesh eaters filled the entire parking lot in front of the store.
Damon pulled the door closed and locked it. "There must be a hundred of those f*****g things out there."
"Why did they kill him like that?" asked Sandy, backing away from the entrance.
After a short pause, Damon said, "They're zombies."
Soon they were pounding on the front doors. The undead were groaning and grunting as they tried to get inside.
Sandy dialed her parent's number, "They're not answering!"
"Come on, let's go out the back door." said Damon.
Damon and Sandy retrieved their things and ran to the back door.
"Now we have to be quiet. My car is right around the corner." instructed Damon.
"All right." said Sandy.
Damon unlocked the back door and slowly pushed it open. The big metal door made no sound as it moved. He took a step out the door and he froze.
Fifteen feet away, on the street, was a zombie kneeling over a body. It was Anthony, the sprinter had caught him. His neck and stomach were ripped open. A pool of blood stained the white snow around him.
Damon looked the other way toward his car, and took another step. His shoulder bumped a stack of cardboard boxes. It toppled over, loudly crashing to the ground.
The sprinter's head whipped around quick and looked right at Damon. Their eyes met. It's mouth was dripping with blood, and it was glaring at him. Then it jumped to it's feet and charged at him.
"Get back!" yelled Damon to Sandy. Damon turned and jumped back inside the store, pulling the door shut. He locked the deadbolt and slid the steel latch into place. They heard the sprinter slam into the metal door. It began pounding and kicking the door, roaring loudly.
"We're trapped." said Sandy.
"They can't get in here. They'll probably wander off once they figure that out." said Damon.
Damon turned off the lights in the store.
"Come on, let's go in here." said Damon, heading toward the office. On the way, he grabbed a few drinks out of the coolers. The two entered the office and Damon closed the door. The small lamp on the desk was still on, and the light was dim.
"What's the plan?" asked Sandy.
"We wait." replied Damon, handing her a soda.
The pounding on the doors grew quiet. Soon, the only sound they could hear was the low humming from the coolers.