Survivors Of The Undead (The Walking Dead Story)

Chapter One: The Past Of Us

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead.

(Jada's P.O.V.)

"Hey, do you get any of this shit?" I ask, nudging my raven haired friend, SanJuanita, from beside me, as I point to a problem on my paper, labeled number six.

"Nope." SanJuanita replies, with a shake to her head, barely taking a glance at the selected problem, printed on the solid white paper.

"Well it would help if you got your head out of your ass." I mumble, mentally face palming myself, as SanJuanita continues to stare at coded page, ignoring the classroom.

'Why am I friends with this kid again?'

"Ladies." Our math teacher, Mrs. Martinez says, pausing her lesson from the front of the classroom, gaining both, SanJuanita and mine's attention.

Making eye contact with her, Martinez resumes her useless lesson of math.

"Stupid bitch." I mutter, with a scoff, as Mrs. Martinez exaggerate the importance of this lesson to my fellow classmates.

"Faculty and staff members-" A female voice announces over the intercom, thankfully interrupting Mrs. Martinez's lecture. "-we will be curr-" The voice begins, but is cut off by a approaching moan, that could be heard over the intercom. "Wait who ar-" the female questions, but stops in mid sentence, as she produces a bloodcurdling scream, causing the intercom generate an ear piercing screeching noise.

"Shit!" I exclaim, slapping my hands over my ears, attempting to muffle the screeching of the intercom mixed with the screams of the unknown female.

A minute later, the horrific noise finally comes to an end, as I unclamp my ears.

"What just happened?" A terrified voice, that belongs to my classmate, Brittany ask, but is not followed by a response.

It seems time has stop itself, nobody moves or makes a sound, as the classroom is glued to their seat, sitting there as the time ticks by with the same terrified expression plastered onto each and everyone's face. That is until the screams start again, but unlike the first time the screams of terror come from the hallway.

"Everybody just stay calm and stay seated." Mrs. Martinez instructs the class, with the calmest voice she can muster, as she hesitantly opens the door and peaks into the hallway.

I crane my neck towards the doorway, in hopes of pinpointing the reason of all this sudden chaos, but with the disadvantage of seated far away and Mrs. Martinez blocking the doorway, I find no answer to my question.

"Do you see anything?" SanJuanita whispers, with a terrified tone, as she also cranes her neck in attempt to find what lies in the hallways.

"Just Mrs. Martinez's fatass, if that counts for anything." I say bitterly, watching Mrs. Martinez examine the hallways from the safety of the doorway, allowing the door to open a bit wider.

"I'm being serious, Jada." SanJuanita scolds me, scoffing, I look to SanJuanita in annoyance, seeing a terrified expression in return.

"Don't be such a damn pussy, girl. Man up." I say with my usual sarcastic tone, trying to cover the fact that I was scared to death.

"Don't tell me your not scared." SanJuanita says, visibly shaking in fear.

"Hell no." I say with a shake to my head, causing her to narrow her eyes at me with a knowing look lingering in her brown eyes.

"What's there to be scarred of?" I attempt to convince, as Mrs. Martinez lets out a bloodcurdling scream from her post at the doorway.

"Okay, I might have spoke too soon." I comment, as a bloody figure latches on to Mrs. Martinez's upper body and takes a chunk of skin out of her neck with its teeth, silencing her screams for help.