Our classroom is destroyed.
Bodies everywhere.
Mrs. Lane sits up against the cubbies in the back of the room, her eyes glassy and her legs torn off.
The entire Ramirez family is just a pile of bodies now.
More people—names I don't know, but the same people who have shared this classroom with all of us—all dead.
Somehow, Marian, Marissa, and Randall are still alive.
And me.
We're the last ones standing, cowering in our corner.
A few monsters have fallen, thanks to the bravery of Carlos. The only person able to mount a decent defense against these monsters. Randall got one in the eye with his gun before it was knocked out of his hand.
Now they're all huddled behind me as the monsters come closer. Those creepy chittering sounds keep my hairs standing on end.
We're going to die here.
It's over.