I never really understood the reality of losing someone so close to you. The feeling you get when you go to their funeral and watch your loved ones being put into the ground. It's a sick and disheartening feeling. A feeling I felt very early in life. My sister, who was three at the time, was diagnosed with cancer and died two days later. I never really understood why it happened or why it was happening. I was too young to fully comprehension why things like this happened in the world. After about four years later after my sister's death, my very loving great aunt perished in a car accident. Two months later, my mom's best friend died from a drug overdose. Everyday, humans go through happenings that we never want to go through. We all have something in common though, we are scared of the same reality that our loved ones go through everyday. People die every second, but we can't do anything about it. That's what scared me, until that day that I learned that everyone has to go through something horrible at least once in their life. That day, I was glad my sister, my great aunt, and my mother's best friend had passed. I wouldn't want them living in such a traumatic event that was about to take place.
I was sitting in my 3rd period classroom, taking part of my Social Studies test. Everyone was quiet and you couldn't hear a single thing. I bet that if you would have dropped a penny on the ground, everyone in the entire classroom would have heard it. I took my finished paper up towards the front and went back to my seat. After everyone had passed in their papers, Mrs. Holbrook asked us all to start working on our report that was due on Monday. All of a sudden, all the lights went out. Mrs. Holbrook ran out of the room and quickly ran towards Mr. Waller's room. When she ran back into the classroom, She locked the door and shut the blinds. She huddled us into a corner.
"Everyone be very quiet, please.'
"Mrs. Holbrook, what's happening," asked a boy that was sitting beside me.
"I don't know. Now please stop talking."
We were silent for a few more minutes, until we heard sirens outside and the sound of people screaming. I was getting very nervous and I didn't know what to think. I wanted to know if my parents were alright, I wouldn't to know what was happening.
After a couple of minutes, we heard gunshots outside of the classroom door. The gunshots were coming from the room next to ours. Something wasn't right though. I was on the third floor. How could somebody come up here with a gun before the police had already surrounded the place? Mrs. Holbrook looked out the window and I could tell by the look on her face that whatever she saw, was horrifying. I stood up out of terror and ran over to her.
"Get back over to the corner, Jesse. Now!"
I looked out the window. What I saw was just pure gore. There were these things lurking the hallways. I couldn't describe them. They were huge and muscular. They looked like zombies, but I didn't want to think that these things could eat us in one gulp. They had peach skin with red dots all over them. I couldn't tell if they were once human or if they weren't. The monsters were all different. I saw Mr. Waller standing against the wall with a shotgun in his hand. He started to shoot one, but it got to him first and bit him. When all the other things noticed, they ran over and started eating him like a bunch of voltures. I couldn't watch anymore. The sight was just sickening. I walked over to the corner and sat down slowly. I was traumitized. I couldn't get my mind off of it. We stayed there forever. When Mrs. Holbrook noticed it was getting dark outside, she told us all to get under a desk and try to get some sleep. My head was throbbing from not eating. I took my desk and layed myself under the seat. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't sleep baring the thought that those things were just outside the door.
