Abby
Day 0, 11:37AM
A pound on the door pulled me out of my fear ridden trance. I looked at the small window from the back of the room expecting to see bloody faces looking back. Instead I saw a crown of curls and I instantly ran to the door to open it. Taylin yelled at me to stop but I didn't listen. I pulled on the handle causing four figures to flood in. I buried my head in Isaiah before I even realized it. He gave me a light hug back before I pulled away in embarrassment.
"Where's Markee?" asked a curvy light skin from the back of the room. She was one of the kids in the group that came in shortly after Isaiah had left.
"It's Grace right?" Isaiah asked in a sad tone. She nodded, her eyes bloodshot.
"I'm so sorry Grace…" He broke off, not able to continue. She stood there stunned her eyes welling up with tears once again as the realization. She began sobbing loudly into her hands. Isaiah walked to the middle of the room and leaned up against a desk, lost in thought. Finally he turned to the kid with machetes that came with him.
"You up to go help more people?" The kid shrugged, not looking at him.
"Sure but this time we need some kind of plan. I don't want to get cornered and eaten alive out there." Isaiah sat on this for a second before he nodded.
"Alright," he spoke after a minute of contemplating. "We stick to the halls first and clear out as many of the fucks as we can before we sweep rooms." he looked at Taylin. "I want you to let in any kid that bangs on that door ok?! I don't want anymore lives lost because your too pussy to open that fucking door." He walks over to him and gets in his face. "If a freak gets in just kill it man, it's that easy, you just take this," He grabbed the tomahawk from his hands `` and kill 'um." He cleaved it into the back of a chair with one swoop. It cut into the thick plastic six inches at least. The sudden sound made almost everyone jump in the room. Isaiah walked away from Taylin heading to the door his bat in hand. The machete kid was on his heels without having to be told.
As the door shut I looked at Taylin. He stared at the tomahawk for a minute before trying to wench it out of the chair. It was almost like the sword in the stone type stuck but finally he got it out.
"They're fucking insane." He said under his breath as he sat down in a seat.
"At least they're doing something about it." said a girl that was fiddling with a pair of bloody glasses in her hand. Taylin whirled on her.
"Oh like you fucking know Payton, i mean like what's the point if they are clearing the halls theres probably millions of those things... were just gonna die anyways." he looked off into space as his eyes welled up with tears.
I sat back in my chair thinking about our situation. If Isaiah was right those spires have risen up everywhere. That means the whole world is infected. Then suddenly something hit me.
That means my parents are infected.
That means my parents are probably dead.
My parents are dead.
They're dead.
Dead.
A smile spreads across my face as I realize I'm finally free. Free from the cruelty and abuse. Free from the constant fear of doing something that could upset them. Free. Absolutely free.
I lean back, so happy that tears are almost starting to fall. Suddenly the girl named Payton speaks to me confused.
"Why are you smiling?" She asks, her hands still turning the glasses round and round. I look at her, heat flooding my face.
"Oh i just thought of a stupid meme." I laugh lightly and look away.
"You're really thinking of memes right now?"
"Anything helps to cope with this craziness." I shrug. She looks back at her hands and doesn't talk again.
The class was quiet for a few minutes. Without the sound of crying or yelling we could hear the screams and cries of pain from the halls and other classrooms. The sound of pain and pleas of mercy made my PTSD flare up so I took out my phone and plugged in my ear buds so I could drown out the noise with my music. I put on some Harionfather and began to zone out. I watched as a blonde guy got up from his seat and began going through all the cabinets and drawers. He took out long scissors, thick wooden dowels, Duct tape and other random bits and bobs. I pulled out an ear bud to hear what he was explaining to Taylin.
"I don't want to just sit on my ass and do nothing while Isaiah and Tez are out there doing shit for us. I need to do something to get my mind off this craziness. So I thought," He shrugged. "Why not make some kind of weapons for us." He began taking apart the scissors and taping it to the wooden dowels making some makeshift spears. A few other kids got up and began helping him and also looking around to find other stuff. There was a locked door that led to a storage room for the class, a few guys went up and tried to break the lock off the door with the room's fire extinguisher until a guy came up and began picking the lock with some paper clips. He got it open in a few minutes and they began raiding the storage closet.
They came out with more dowels and scissors, some beakers, a scalpel here or there and someone came out with a small propane tank that they promptly hooked up to a Bunsen burner, making a makeshift flamethrower. It looked like they were preparing for war. Thinking about it now, they probably were.