Spider Parker

When the Zombie Apocalypse was Kinda My Fault (pt.2)

*Flashback Continuation* 

I sprinted to the school library, throwing open the door. Looking inside, it looked just as I suspected: empty. I walked in, going straight for the librarian's desk. I slid open the drawers, one by one, finding any needed supplies.

"Okay," I said to myself, "So now I have a flashlight, a first aid pack, a few water bottles, and granola bars. Oh and this backpack that some kid forgot. Sucker. That should be enough, right?"

I thought along my way to the back, where all of the tables were. Setting my stuff down, I began sketching down every possibility between this morning and now that may have started this mini Apocalypse.

*End of Flashback*

So here I sat, still debating what went wrong. But now the only thing keeping me from my thoughts was a knock at the window. A slow, rhythmic knock.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

I stared at the window, only able to make out the outline of a body on the other side. The knocks got more and more urgent.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

I grabbed my backpack full of stuff and backed away from the window, almost tripping over my chair. The knocking stopped all at once and the body disappeared. 

"Well, that's never good," I mumbled to myself, unsure where it was. Whatever it was.

Tick.

. . .

Tick

. . .

"Where is that-" I was cut of by a loud crash in the window behind me.

"OH SUGAR!" I screamed my sub for a curse word, backing the other way. A yellow-tinted zombie was lying on the floor, not moving. I made my way to the door, only hearing a few of the shattered glass pieces clink against each other. I looked back for a second only to come face to face with the monster. The strange feeling of sticky breath on my face sent shivers down my spine. I screamed and kicked at the thing, then sprinting out of the door. 

To my misfortune, another fifteen or so zombies had the same idea. The parking lot in front of me was filled with zombies, all searching for fresh meat. The slowly turned towards me, all of their soulless eyes locking on my face. Their bodies started clicking, shifting towards mine. Their feet never moved, but they were now facing me, blocking all of my exits.

Quickly, and all at once, they charged at me with immense speed. Panic bubbled in my chest and found its way out of my mouth, causing me to scream loudly once again. And arm wrapped around me and I wriggled, trying to find my way out of its grasp. I soon felt my feet leave the ground, only causing me to squirm even more.

"Hey, hey!" a familiar voice shouted, "Stop struggling, (Y/n)! You're making this difficult..."

He landed us on the roof of an abandoned apartment building, but didn't let go of my waist.

"Hey, hey, look at me," he whispered to me. I had started crying, from fear I guess, but I still looked up to meet the eyes of my best friend.

"Peter!" I smiled and hugged him tighter, "Thank you."

"Yeah, always," he mumbled into my hair, "You're okay, right? They-they didn't hurt you?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," I spoke, "Just traumatized for the rest of my life. The usual."

"Oh my gosh, you almost died and became a zombie and you're being sarcastic!" he laughed. I looked down to the city beneath us, infested with zombies of all kinds.

"What are we gonna do now?" I asked.

"I have no idea."