*** Aliya and Harper***
They unlocked the door. Harper peeped outside the nurse's room and into the quiet hallway.
"Can you see anything?" Aliya asked sending a shiver down Harper.
"No, but it's clear in the hallways. I can see a bit better than before." Harper replied with a relief. The gas that had choked them wasn't as visible as before and Harper could clearly make out the walls and the window parallel to the nurse's office. She looked past and on the playground. Herds of lifeless zombies walked around. Their arms lay lifeless at their sides as the groaned and walked past. Something seemed to have happened outside, driving what seemed like all of the zombies outside. Of course, Harper couldn't hear or smell the disgust of the dead, but her imagination was enough to cripple her from the inside.
"It's clearer out there..." Aliya pointed out.
"Yeah it is, I think the walls of the school are keeping the gas inside." Harper replied looking around. They had only opened a peep of the door afraid of any loitering zombies.
"Is it breathable?" Aliya asked. They sniffed the air.
"Yeah we can survive. Put the oxygen tanks back." Harper replied. The word 'survive' was no longer a joke to them and Harper regretted using that word in such a place.
"They were finished anyways." Aliya pointed out shrugging her shoulders. Aliya returned back to their crouching position by the door. She placed her weight on the first aid kit that they were taking with them.
"What's our defense again?" Aliya whispered.
"Run like the wind. And then hide." Harper replied nervously.
***The Others***
Ethan sat there examining the painful wound. He was unsure if it was a bite or a scratch. Either way, it had cost them all the gauze that Zack had saved up earlier to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, it had stopped, but there was nothing for the excruciating pain. He looked over to Grace who was fast asleep on the bleacher right next to him. He could tell she was mad at Garrett and Alexis. The fact that Garrett had chosen Alexis over Ethan pissed her off creating the most dramatic war ever. Ethan had told her that she should be happy he had made it out in time and was only slightly wounded. But Grace was stuck up on the idea about what "if" he had died. Girls and their drama... Ethan thought. They had fought for an hour creating sides between them. Garrett had seemed to be ripped apart between the drama. After all, who could blame him? Even though Ethan was supposed to hate Garrett because he didn't chose him, Ethan just couldn't. He could understand that Garrett wanted to save them both but he was forced to chose.
"Hey Ethan..." Garrett said heading over towards him. "You know I'm sorry right... I-I honestly thought I could get you both you know?"
"Yeah yeah I know."Ethan sighed. "Besides it's only a scratch."
"Then what's Keshini and and Mounika saying? About the wound?" Garret asked, panic rising in his voice.
"Apparently they're saying that it's only a while before I turn into them. As in the walkers..."
"Don't listen to them," Garrett began to say while getting up, "they're crazy paranoid about what ever happened here." He walked away before Ethan could reply, mainly because he himself was unsure whether or not Keshini and Mounika where truly crazy or if Ethan was seriously going to turn into one of the dead.
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Starvation had hit them. It had been almost a whole day for some from not eating and it was a lot to take in. They had planned to maybe sneak out the locker rooms and the gym to get some food but after what had happened with Ethan, no one had the guts. For now, they had barricaded the doors with wooden boxes and bleachers that were strewn across the dusty swimming pool area. They kept away from the edges of the pool afraid of it's unnatural looking depth. Without the water, the pool was cracked and scary-deep.
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YIS APOCALYPSE
Roman pour AdolescentsIt was another normal break, another normal class, another boring school day. Until... an explosion hit them. Covered in a chemical leakage everyone is infected. Everyone wants to survive. But survival means making choices. Choices mean making sacri...