No Way Out

Chapter 1: After

"TRISTAN!" I shouted as I ran down the hall, excited to tell him the plan I had come up with. My friends Matthew, Pacey, and Isaiah ran behind me already knowing the plan. "Tristan, come here I gotta tell you something." He finally stops and turns around as my friends and I stop to catch our breath.

"What?" he says, seeming kind of annoyed.

" I have a plan to get us out of here. We can't stay here any longer, it isn't safe anymore. I know how to get out of here, but it is going to take guts." I said, proudly.

"What is it? I don't think it can be any worse than the one everyone else wants to do. They want to just give up, walk outside and just start running. They say that maybe some of them will live." He said angrily.

"I thought that we could get somebody up on the roof so they could draw all of the corpses to one spot. Some others can get in their cars and drive to the Middle school, while the sound of the cars are drawing the rest towards it. After we get to the Middle School and regroup, we all drive in separate directions to split the corpses up so the rest of us can leave. We can all meet up back here in the parking lot tomorrow." I said running out of breath.

"It might work," he replied, still thinking about his decision. "Yeah that'll work. We will go in a few days, but we need to find people who are willing to go."

Immediately, Isaiah and Matthew raised their hands, implying that they volunteer. I wanted to, but I knew that Tristan would say no, and I really didn't feel like arguing and ruining our happy mood. Whenever the last adult died here, everyone looked to the seniors. The seniors consisted of Tristan, his best friends Marcus, Tyler and Chase( a.k.a. Chicken), and a few others who don't really step up that often.

After a couple of hours of waiting for Tristan to come back with volunteers, my friends and I hear screaming coming from down the hall. Running as fast as I can, I turn the corner to see three gray, rotting corpses chewing on my friend Brooklyn's arm. A group of five people stand in the corner, watching in horror as the doors to the Dead Zone bust open.

Considering the only weapons we have are pencils, pens, and the occasional fork, we know that this may possibly be the end of all of us. But as I see Tristan and Chicken running towards looking confident, I find hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, we could get out of this.

Hundreds of corpses spill out of the double doors and feast on up to ten of our survivors. once we realize that they are pretty much dead already, the rest of us run. We ran into the auto-mechanics room of our school hoping to find some heavy objects to seal the door with and hopefully some weapons. It took ten of us to start moving a car in front of the door, but we had forgotten about Tristan and Chicken. I opened the door to see Tristan blowing the heads off of multiple corpses, and Chicken carrying a body much bigger than him on his back. I helped them get through the door and slammed it angrily.

"What happened? Who is tha-" I stop whenever I see both of them break out in tears. It is Marcus... his guts spilling out of his body. I kneel down  beside him, starting to say goodbye... but then he dies.

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Marcus's dead body still lies there, pale and cold, whenever Tristan shoves a four-inch blade in his eye-socket. A tear rolls slowly down his face whenever he gets up and walks away.

Clearly we have to come up with a different plan. I look at Marcus, blood sliding out of his eye, when I see what is waiting behind him in the workshop of the garage. Twenty or more Go-Carts for our schools annual race. I break open the door to the classroom and find that they are all full of gas. I start each of them individually to check and see if they were all running. They were, and so I go back to the garage and tell everybody about what I had found. We came up with the idea to leave tomorrow at dawn and get out of this place.

I woke up with a mixture of excitement and sadness. I remembered what had happened to Marcus and I look over at his dead body, slowly decaying away.

After the corpses broke out of the Dead Zone, everybody knew there would always be trouble right around the corner. We had to prepare for what was coming when we got out of here.

I started to go wake everybody up, when my best friend Mikala tapped on my shoulder. "When are we leaving?" she said, looking worried. She glanced towards the door and a tear escapes her eye.

I looked to see what she saw, and it was our friend Bredyn, clawing at the door, trying to find a way in so she can eat our faces off. I hadn't thought of Bredyn in a couple of days. A few days before, we had taken a group to go to the cafeteria to get some food. Whenever a kid, Ben, had accidentally dropped a tray of food, a walker came out from behind Bredyn and took a bite out of her arm. I jumped on top of the corpse and stabbed it until the tip of my fork broke off. Bredyn had decided she didn't want us to put her down, so we left her, and... here she is.

I grabbed Mikala, and took her away from the door. Seeing Bredyn like this destroys her... me too. It feels like somebody stabs you in the testicles with a very dull pencil.

Suddenly, while everyone is asleep except for us two, the door moves the car. The corpses had piled and started to push on the door with too much force for the car to handle. As the car begins to slide backwards, four corpses spill out from behind the door, followed by the rest.

Mikala screams for everyone to wake up, while I am busy shoving the blade of the only knife we have into the heads of corpses in every direction. Corpse after corpse falling to the ground. I see the dead body of Bredyn walking towards me, when a .45 caliber bullet flies past my head into the head of my former friend. The black, disgusting blood flies on my face and I snap back into action. I swing my right arm, which holds the blade tightly, into the face of a corpse that had just grabbed onto my leg.

The rest of our group comes over to help, while I go to get the go-carts to get us out of here. I slam the door off its hinges and start one of the carts. I pull it over beside Tristan and he jumps on to the back, when a corpse grabs him by the wrist. Just as it goes to bite him, Chicken shoves a blade into the face of that rotten corpse.

Out of all the chaos, we manage to get out of the school... but to find something that could be great, or terrible.