Biter

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Like they had been called, biters started to pour from around the corridor, it was a mini swarm. 'Shit' you mentally curse yourself, the gate must have broken open, all those biters are now pouring over the school grounds.
The three men plus Troy clicked into action shutting the doors just as the first biter got close. They pushed their bodies against it while some child screamed. You sat Emilie back with her class and went to help pushing your own body against Troy and the blond guy's back. Nevertheless the five of you were slipping, a finger pushes through the growing gap in the doors, you pulled out a knife and hacked it off pushing, throwing more weight against the doors. You were right in the middle of the parting, Troy and the blondie pushed against the sides, the dark hair and Asian against the hinges.
"Minho!" Dark hair shouted."help me!" He let go of the doors and grabbed the sofa, Minho was right behind. "Watch out guys." They shout pushing the sofa with all their might straight towards us. Troy pulls away first so you take his space, the blond boy pressed against the other door, your eyes connect for a moment and he smiles, mouthing 1..2..3! He pulls you away from the doors with him falling onto the rug, you land besides hi quickly scooting away from the doors only to see the sofa in the spot you once were and two man collapsed on it high-fiving. You lie back on the rug, your knees bent and feet on the floor incase you had to jump to your feet to run, the blond boy laughs and pats your shoulder. "We did it."
Your smile fades, none of these people realised how much they still had yet to come, they must have locked themselves in here as soon as the whole disaster started, about a week ago.
You clamber to your feet, noticing how silent it had gone, everyone was looking to you, you gulp. "We leave tonight..." You turn to the three men. "I need names."
"Minho." The Asian smiles, imitating a small bow. "At your service, you majesty."
You ignore his pissing about and point at blondie.
"The name 's Newt." You give him a nod, turning to his dark hair mate.
"Thomas."
Then to the woman in the amongst the sobbing kids. "Teresa."

You rush to the windows throwing open the curtains, it overlooks the city of the dead. The fires are still blazing, the brilliant orange light moving the hoard of biters deeper into the city centre.
"I'm y/n, that's Troy." You point at your boyfriend who still has his knife ready. "Put that away your scaring the kids." You tell him, not that he does it.

Across the city was the bridge, little fire blazed off it and you new it connected to the main road leading straight out of here. "That's our way out! We going over the bridge." You point hitting the glass, it was perfect from there you could head to the coast, have the sea on one side and maybe find a boat, go to an island. It was perfect.

Newt looks out over the city next to you. "Are you crazy?! Look at all those dead. We would never make it five yards out of the building."

You can feel your eyes glimmer with excitement but also fear. "We will disguise." You gather everyone up into a circle. "Ok here's the plan, we will use these blankets to make ourselves full body ponchos, then we can cover them in biters guts and blood so the walkers can't smell us. We then leave the building on the far side through that door." You point to the fire exit. "We walk in silence ok? No one makes a noise, no one moans or complains that they are tired or hungry. Any noise and the biters will eat you." This was purely to frighten the children. "We head out of the city via the bridge, it will be a solid two hour walk, then we will rest for the night in one of the outskirt houses." You take a deep breath, everyone's gone pale.

"Are you crazy? How do we know your not trying to kill us?" Teresa asks, her anger hiding the fear.

You shrug. "Your going to die anyway if you stay here." She shakes her head disapproving. You ignore her, if this was to work you didn't need people doubting the plan. "We will make a long line by holding hands, I'll go first holding Emilie's hand and..." You look over the three guys. "Newt"

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