School Of The Apocalypse

Chapter 1/Starvation

October 26, 2015
Day 3; 6:51 a.m.

Everyone gathered around the fire, almost shoulder to shoulder. The broken windows let the cool October air seep through and blanket the air.

There weren't many of us. Twelve to be exact. David, Jasmin, who was David's girlfriend, Noah, Scarlet, my best friend, A.J., Ben, Morgan, Mr. Baker, Mr. Tyson, Hailey, Randy, and myself. We had made a somewhat base out of the cafeteria. We had tables placed against the doors and windows and the gas from the burners in the kitchen were good for keeping our fire lit, but it wasn't exactly homey.

The world outside wasn't a favored topic either. The dead walked outside as they roamed for more people to devour. There weren't many of them, but twice over the past three days we had had a large group of fifty or so pass by. They had gotten two of ours, Emily and Jess when we were securing the cafeteria. We had watched as they were chased out of sight and could only imagine what had happened to them.

After that, we had armed ourselves and set up a watch routine so that someone was always on guard.

Mr. Baker had gotten a gun from the dead officer that had meant to protect the school, Mr. Tyson had a blowtorch from his science class, A.J. and Ben each had a tennis racket, Noah had a wooden broom handle with forks in the end like spikes, Randy had a hammer, Morgan had a powered screwdriver, and David and I had metal baseball bats. The girls didn't really have weapons, they each had a baseball thanks to David and each of them had a couple of forks.

Mr. Baker coughed to get our attention and spoke.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I just checked on our food supply and we only have enough for another day or so," he said calmly.

"We have to get some more," Noah said boldly.

"Yeah and where do we get some, genius?" Morgan argued in his usual sarcastic expression.

"What about the restaurants across town?" I spoke up. "The McDonald's, Hardee's, and Subway would have enough food by themselves to last us a good while, right? Why don't we just sneak over there and grab some food and hustle back?"

"Too risky," Mr. Baker said," we would never make it."

"Mr. Baker, I'll go with them and make sure everything goes fine. You stay with everyone else and hold down the fort," Mr. Tyson stated, sticking up for us. Mr. Baker appeared to think it over then he replied.

"Fine, but the group will be Tyson, Josh, Ben, and Randy. The rest will stay here and defend the cafeteria. You all bring back what you can. Food at least, but if you can, find water, a radio, any tools that could be useful to us, and weapons."

"We're on it," I said grabbing my bat.

We all grabbed our weapons, tools, and a backpack to carry items of whatever we may find. Tyson and Baker traded weapons before we left. Mr. Baker kept the blowtorch because it was a better defensive weapon than anything, but the gun that Mr. Tyson got was only for extreme emergencies because it would draw a horde of the dead to the sound of it, and we only had six bullets for it.

Ben checked the surroundings outside and found us an opening. We said our good byes, David kissed Jasmin farewell, and we were off.

David escorted us to the football field and bid us farewell. We were on our own.