We're Still Fighting (A Zombie Apocalypse Story)

Chapter 5 - Sincerity

  I'm going to dedicate this story to every single one of my classmates!!!! (at least the ones with wattpad accounts) yaay!! (wtf?) please don't mind the words in the parentheses, that's my stupidity speaking.

Dead. Our teacher is dead, and we’ve just seen him die.

I felt a lump form in my throat, and I tried to keep tears from forming.

“We better hide inside,” I told Chris and Jerri after taking several deep breaths. “When that thing is done with Mr. Kells,” I still tried not to cry, “It might look for another victim.”

“What if that thing could climb the gate?” Jerri asked as we ran towards the main building, “We don’t even know how smart if it’s like Hollywood zombies, or it’s still fully functional as a human.”

“I highly doubt that,” Chris said, “That gate is made of twenty foot tall vertical bars and one horizontal bar, which is ten feet off the ground. There’s no way that thing would be able to climb over, especially with rigor mortis.”

“Rigor mortis?” I asked. “We don’t even know if that thing is dead.”

“It probably is,” Jerri answered. “When the driver came, I noticed that he seemed disoriented, like he was in an accident.”

“Yeah, I saw cuts and burns on his clothes and skin,” Chris put in.

“So the bus must’ve crashed,” Jerri concluded. “He must’ve been bitten, too, and his injuries from the crash might’ve been fatal, maybe he had internal bleeding. He collapsed earlier then coughed up blood, right? That’s when he must’ve died. Moments later, reanimation.”

“That fast?” I asked as we got inside.

“It’s possible,” Jerri answered.

We stopped inside the empty hallway of the main building, and turned the lights on. It was already dark.

“Where’s everybody?” Chris asked.

“They must’ve hid somewhere,” Jerri said. “We should go round them up. There are fifteen of us, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “We should split up and look for them. Jerri, look in the east wing, Chris, take the west wing. I’ll take the rest, and then we’ll look in the dorms. Go to the auditorium when you’re done, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay.”

The three of us took different directions, but I decided to go back outside first.

I went to the gate and saw that the driver was no longer eating Mr. Kells’ remains. He was now mindlessly shuffling away, towards the city, leaving Mr. Kells’ body on the foot of the hill, chunks of flesh missing from his face, neck and limbs, and his guts spilled out on the floor.

I’ve got a strong stomach, but seeing someone you knew in that condition made me feel sick. I gagged and tried to vomit, but nothing came out because I haven’t eaten lunch or supper yet. I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, too, and I let them. Everything just seemed to turn into a mess all so sudden, and I wasn’t prepared.

I still am not prepared.

I took one last look at Mr. Kells’ corpse, and ran back into the building.

After searching the entire cafeteria and library, without much success—I’ve only found two of my classmates, Ryan Jay and Matthew Collins, and sent them to the auditorium—I went to the hallway of the Kindergarten classrooms. It was dark and quiet there because I can’t find the light switch, but I continued searching. “Hello?” I called out. “Is anyone here? It’s me, Lilac Ride.”