The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 14: Discoveries

Rain's POV

The rain was dripping through a crack in the skylight above the hall and forming a puddle behind me. With each drop of water the little ploop echoed through the halls. It reminded me how truly alone we are.

I wasn't sure what time it was now. It was probably around sunset. Normally sunset is a beautiful time. Vibrant oranges and reds, pinks and purples all projected across the sky. But not tonight. The rain had brought clouds in. Dark ominous clouds that ruled the sky and blocked the sun.

The wind had started to pick up outside. A window that hung on by a latch banged near me, making me jump. Wind blew through the halls and gave me the chills.

The rain was pouring even more now. A constant stream of water poured and covered the world.

The water puddle behind me got bigger. I felt the water dampen the soles of my tattered boots.

I had to stand now, to avoid getting wet. I stood and bent over to be able to pick the lockers on the ground level.

I had picked probably 20 lockers already. All I found were some textbooks, paper and a few notebooks.

I opened this locker and the stench caused me to turn my head and cough. Someone had left their lunch in here and it had been sealed off from any bugs that could have been able to eat it over the years.

Mold and fungus grew over the food, whatever it was. I shut the locker, trapping the smell inside once again.

I moved on to the next locker. Empty.

The next locker. Empty.

And the next. Empty.

I opened the final locker of the hall. Inside was a goldmine. Six empty water bottles, a small pocket knife, and a belt that I could turn into a holster.

I walked to the end of the hall and turned around. Every locker along both sides of the hall was unlocked. Didn't find much, but the last locker slightly made up for it.

A door to my left caught my attention.

Attendance Office

I looked in and saw two desks in a large room with a few couches along walls. A coffee table sat in the middle.

Now this wasn't what caught my eye. What was on the coffee table is what caught my attention.

I opened the door and walked in. On the table were eight cardboard boxes. Inside these boxes were water bottles, flashlights, batteries, two pistols, a knife, canned foods and a large roll of bandages.

A note was left on the table.

If anyone finds this note I'm Claudia Contreras. I'm 16 years old and I go to Boston High. I'm here with a few of my friends. Paul White, 17 years old. Kristen Zuniga, 16 years old. Sarah Young, 16 years old. Jenny Everett, 17. And my boyfriend, Frankie Avila, 17 years old. Our yearbook teacher, Mister Walker, is also here with us. He won't tell us what's going on. Most of the other students and teachers have already left, but Mister Walker keeps saying its too dangerous for us to leave. I've been hearing explosions and helicopters the past few days. One explosion was really close and sounded like the building was going to collapse. All Internet on our phones is out and the power is out too. I heard a few gunshots just now. And I can hear a mans voice. All my friends are sleeping right now. The explosions are keeping me up, that's why I'm writing this. The man sounds like he's speaking another language. Chinese, maybe. Or Japanese. I don't know. It's foreign to me. More gunshots just now, and someone sprinted down the hallway. Everyone just woke up. I heard another man yelling now. I understood his language to be Russian. I don't know what's going on. Mister Walker is telling us to get away from door and hide behind the desks. A man holding a gun is at the door. I think he just