Coach:

Waking up to the sun on his skin felt off. The safe room held no windows to produce any sunlight from. It snapped him awake, thinking that the door must have been opened then.

It was not.
For there was no safe room. Only his room. His bedroom, on his bed, with his window curtains open letting the sun and the view of the greenery outside with people passing by to get to work or school. Out of instinct he ran to the window, to shut the curtains and crouch; search a weapon.

But the people did not limp, growl, flail. They walked normal, controlled expressions and movement; checking phones with a smile or adjusting their backpacks with a frown.

The door swung open! He twirled, lifting his fists; halting you in your movement then ask 'what are you doing..?'. All he did was ask if you two made it across the water. Maybe he just blacked out the last few traveling days from his memories due to exhaustion and stress! But you asked, 'why would we cross water?'

He sat on his bed for what might have been hours. You stayed by his side, worried, but he didn't say much, only muttered of 'makes no sense' and that he's damn sure it was real. When he went to sleep he almost refused but then did, to see if he'll wake up to reality again.
He woke up back to this, and that was when joy finally settled in as the chance this is real became so much bigger.

Rochelle:

Her chest heavied up and down in rapid speed, having jumped up before she could even comprehend where she is.

"Rochelle? Are you okay?"

A hand touched her back causing her to flinch. You laid aside her, on a comfortable clean bed, looking tired but concerned.

It felt wrong. She scrambled out the bed and around, not understanding where all the chaos is, the filth, the decay. The zombies.

You hurried after her, calling her name again then watched as she stood in the middle of the living room, looking around. Her posture shifted from paranoid to shaking. For she began laughing. First held back but then fully out loud.

It scared you but she turned to you, opening her arms, laughing she's so happy. Despite laughing she looked as if she had gone through the most terrifying experience. Brushing it off as a nightmare you hugged her back.

The whole day she was happy but paranoid. Always checking the windows, news, and writing a grocery list with so many canned items. She refused to sleep, stretching it out as long as she could with board games, bingewatching, etc. In the end she dozed off while sitting up. She startled awake an hour later, and almost let out a joyful cry when she saw she was still here.

Ellis:

"Ellis, stop it!"

"No! You don't get it!"

Since the second he woke up he jumped in his truck, drove to the local store and basically bought the whole damn store. Then he took all the weapons he had lying around, even things that aren't weapons but he acted as if he knew how to use them as if they are, as if he has first hand experience in it, and spread it all around.

When you asked why he's doing this, he simply answered: "Safety!" He didn't stand still a second, he kept going on about needing to put up fences around the houseand get his family together.

In his mind he must have gone back in time. If zombies are possible then time travel must be! For a second it did sound far fetched but then he thought 'fuck that' and put safety before questioning.

No matter what you said he didn't listen, he was sure he knew better and was doing what must be done to keep you and his family safe. So you stopped focusing on him and instead went to his family, to discuss this with. All began planning a way to ambush him to halt him, talk to him, try and discover what's wrong, maybe bring him medical help as this behaviour came out of nowhere with such extreme paranoid you were sure he must have hit his head somewhere and is now suffering an internal injury.

He ended up at the doctor when the ambush happened and he went on about zombies. The doctor was left so confused, and wanted to send him to a specialist for schizophrenia but Ellis shouted of not being insane, that he knew what he's talking about, and knowing what's gonna happen then hurried out of there.

For days he was like this, but slowly he eased up and eventually he was back to reality. But was never the same again. That childish, fun, excited boy you fell in love with was gone. Now it was a serious, anxious, overprotective, stoic man who got paranoia attacks.

Nick:

His eyes stayed on the ceiling, feeling as if he might sink into this mattrass. It's wrong, a dream, but he will enjoy it while it lasts.

It lasted too long... Felt too real. After maybe an hour the door burst open, and your voice came; "What are you doing?! You are late to work."

Damn, he almost wanted to go back to the zombies hearing about 'work'. So all you got was a raised hand, a wave of work being dismissed, then he dropped his hand back down.

"Are you sick?" you asked as you climbed aside him to inspect but all he did was pull you down against him, shaking his head.

"Just be quiet," was all he answered; needing to take this in before it's all gone again.

But even five hours later he was still here. By then he was roaming around, as if he's a stranger in his own house. He kept dismissing you whenever you asked if he needs a doctor or should rest more. He had gone creepily silent making you try to figure out what had happened. He was almost like a person who is grieving. Confused you so much but he refused to speak so by the end of the day you exploded, asking what's his problem today and why he's not talking to you.

"I can't explain it. You wouldn't get it. Pfft, you would put me in an insane asylum if I even tried." he shook his head, refusing to answer still. Suddenly he said; "Let's go get that expensive thing you wanted, then dine out at that one place."

So that is how the day ended. He spend money as if he didn't need it anymore and just acted in a way as if he wasn't gonna be here next week to do it so wants to make the most out of it.