23rd of February, 2015
“No matter what happens to me, keep the girls alive.” That was the last thing my mother ever said to me. I had no idea what had happened to her, or my baby sister. Or any of my family. None of us knew what had happened to our family. What had happened to our own worlds. I was running as fast as I could, but they were gaining on me. I had to get to the school; they needed the signal to close the gates from me. It would all end if I didn’t make this. I could see the large gap ahead of me. I sped up, bracing myself for the leap before me. I heard the creatures moaning from behind me. I had 10 metres left to run. “Come on,” I screamed to myself, “Don’t quit now.” And then... I jumped. I was flying through the air for what felt like forever, when suddenly my feet hit the edge of the roof and I turned to see a dozen zombies falling to the ground. Yes!!!! I’d done it. I was safe. I grabbed the red flag from my bag and I began to frantically wave the blood stained rag. There was an ear piercing whistle and the gates began to close. I strolled across the roof before I was just above the art room, where I slipped into the window. “Nadia!!"! Jasmine threw her arms round my neck. I patted her on the back. “Jeez, Jazz!!” She giggled before returning to her art model. “I can’t believe you. There’s billions of Zombies ( It sounded ridiculous to me in my head, even after all this time) out there, trying to get in here and eat us, yet you still spend your spare time doing art!” “Hey you do you’re army girl bit, and I’ll do my art bit.” Jasmine grinned at me. I couldn’t help but smile back. I needed my friends right now, what with no family left.
“How is everyone?” I asked. I was slightly scared of the answer. “We lost another year 8 today.” Jasmine sighed. I met her eyes for a split second. They were covered with fear. “Who?” I was pretty worried by this point. Jasmine sighed heavily before looking up into my eyes. “Laura Sherwood. She was trying to get out and help you. She took one step before some 20 year old grabbed her. She had no chance. Her sister hasn’t stopped crying, I wish I hadn’t told her the truth now.” Jasmine seemed to be off in her own little world. Not that she wasn’t most of the time, but she looked…different. Jasmine had always been a rather random, small creature. She had Hair that rested on her shoulders, and had small waves at the very bottom of her chocolate brown hair. Her eyes were a beautiful green, and they were rather wide. Although Jasmine had always been rather skinny, she somehow seemed smaller. We had all been put on rations, but some of the kids had started to steal from others. It had become every man, well woman, for herself. I often gave Jasmine some of my rations. I never understood why no one tried to steal mine. One of the teachers, Mrs Smith, had said she thought it was because I was the one who handled the guns.
Jasmine and I had stolen the keys to the art room, and now had it all to ourselves. Only our very best friends knew about it. To everyone else the art room was strictly off limits. There was a knock at the door. Jasmine fell back into reality and her eyes leapt to the door. I grabbed the keys, and hurried over. I cautiously knelt down and looked through the key hole. “Come on let us in its bloody freezing out here,” moaned a familiar voice. Jasmine and I sighed in unison. “ Raphy,” Jasmine mumbled. I got up and unlocked the door. “God… took you long enough,” Raphy grinned. Raphy had long, golden blond hair and bright green eyes. Her hair was a third of a way down her back and it was dead straight. Raphy was the tallest of the three. My eyes were then drawn to the second tallest of our group. She was only just taller than me. She had bright blue eyes and a wide smile. “So are you just going to stand there like a stupid Larry, or are you going to let us in?” Eloise sniggered. Her hair was dark brown, with steaks of blond, and came half way down her back. I moved out the way and Raphy and Eloise hurried past me. The third girl was left standing at the door, biting her nails. She had long, messy hair that came half way down her back. She had loose curls at the very bottom of her hair. “Are you ok, Lucy?” I asked. Lucy was staring off into the distance. She shook her head slightly and looked up at me. “Does your scar hurt?” "Yeah," she replied, dully. Lucy's eyes were a hazelish colour. Normally they were bright and alive, but not today. Her scar seemed to be red, as if the skin had been irritated in some way. That's when I remembered the date. It had been three months to the day. Three months since Lucy lost the girl who had been like a sister to her. Three months since Lucy lost Millie.
