We're Still Fighting (A Zombie Apocalypse Story)

Chapter 2 - Chaos

 O Hai thar :D here's another chapter for you... I'm currently writing another, so yeah...

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I’ve always told my friends that when I’m dying, I wanted my life to flash before my eyes and know that I had no regrets.

I guess all of that went down the drain because I do have something to regret.

 I regret staying in Kammer Academy during summer vacation.

It was that time of the year again, when the students who had people to come home to begin to celebrate because they were finally free. They were the lucky ones. The ones who either survived with their family, or died with their family.

Some of us aren’t that lucky. Some of us have parents who are too busy to even say “hi.” Some of us have no family to come home to.

Of course, I could’ve come home to Hugh, but at the beginning of the semester, some of my classmates and I came to an agreement that we will stay behind in Kammer during the vacation, since this school offers summer classes. We took the opportunity, because if we took summer classes, we could earn our credits earlier and stay relaxed during our senior year.

Bad decision.

Everything began while we were sleeping in our dorm, oblivious to everything. Somehow, people started to get sick and eventually die. One by one, the dead were reanimated, and they developed a hunger for human flesh. The people were either eaten alive or infected, and soon the number of the zombies began to grow. Not many people were in Kammer that time, because first of all, it was summer vacation. Only the students who stayed behind and some members of the faculty were inside the gated school, blissfully unaware of the fact that doomsday had begun.

We were in the middle of class when hell broke loose, and Principal Hertzog announced a meeting for the remaining faculty members. We were in the middle of a Physics exam then, and our teacher hastily left. He was gone for a good hour and a half. Then he announced that there was something happening on the outside. The teachers already knew what, but we didn’t—news doesn’t reach us that fast, since phones are not allowed inside the campus, as well as radios and televisions—students get to call, watch television, listen to the radio or go on the internet during  weekends. Education was the main priority here.

Our teacher, Mr. Kells, told us to pack up, but only the important stuff. He probably meant our wallets and gadgets, but he probably forgot that gadgets are not allowed during school days. He told us that there was a calamity, and we needed to evacuate.

“Everybody pack your stuff,” he said, the panic obvious in his voice, “we need to evacuate. There has been an emergency, and I need you to stay calm. We are already handling things. You are free to go to your dorms to get some of your belongings, but pack lightly. We are having an emergency evacuation. The lower years are already being evacuated, and the gates are already open.  Only three of the buses of our school are fit for transport and they have already left with the nursery, kindergarten, elementary and middle school levels as well as the faculty members. A bus will come later for us, since the only high school levels with students this summer are the ninth and twelfth year. We’re the only ones left here in Kammer.  Go get ready, okay? Everybody return here in fifteen minutes.”