The Walking Dead

Day 1

I scrolled through the music on my iPad, whipping in my blood red earphones. My blue, bloodshot, sleep-deprived eyes scanned every pixel on the screen. There was red, blue, green.. No teacher was within earshot (probably a couple of empty classes away) I slowly started to nod to sleep before a sharp pain jabbed into my side. I tried my best to consume the pain by biting my lip, drawing blood to my blades (my tooth is broken so ouch). I glared at Sam, who glared right back. "What?" I growled with agony. "Emma's on a school trip here..?" Sam lowered his voice slightly. I shrugged, not paying attention to the situation, "I dunno either." My expression went back to its usual pissed off state.

"Oh! That explains it." Sam bellowed through the class. I winced slightly as it woke me up completely, my eyes widened. "Hmm?" My voice clearly hadn't woken up with the rest of my body. "Y'know how Emma does drama n' crap?" I gave Sam a simple nod. "There's a thing with a couple schools I guess." A vivid image of a poster shot into my mind. There's a drama competition taking place at our theatre and most schools in the UK were invited. I hope they don't make us sit and watch. Personally, I think drama is just painful. Especially when the teacher slapped Noah. That was brutal.

"Um, where's your teacher?" A sudden booming, panicked voice asked. They seemed to be shaking. From anger? Fear? Both me and Sam's head whipped to the door where the figure stood, many people shrugged. Others shook their heads. While some were creating explanations or implying excuses. But we all remained quiet. There was some tension in the atmosphere. It all went cold. It was like playing 'Charlie Charlie' when the pencil moves, or when the Planchette of an Ouija Board moves. When you are so full of fear that you can feel your blood crawl through your veins and you can hear your heart beat stop dead. Sam and I cautiously packed our bags, both knowing rightfully that something was unusual.

Suddenly, screams erupted from the window and quickly passed through the whole class. My blood cells froze at the sound. Our heads whipped (pulling a muscle in my neck) over to the window. I was now fully awake and my jaw dropped.

Walkers.

I automatically stood up and roughly heaved my backpack onto my right shoulder. Sam's thumb shot like a bullet to answer Emma's call. I heard several 'yeah, wait's and a few 'okay, good's. Sam and I slowly backed out of the room, a few of our classmates noticed us and followed. I smirked as I evocatively imagined every one of our peers' throats being ripped out and stuffed into the ravenous mouths of the dead. I knew for a fact that blocking up the windows with tables and chairs is only going to make more noise, panic(! At The Disco) and altogether wouldn't work. The Walking Dead 101, never create a disturbance without reason.

Sam immediately grabbed Emma's collar and dragged her towards the Cafeteria. For a second, Emma was quite bewildered but eventually started jogging with us. The Walkers' attentiveness was on the people screaming in the windows.
Bang.. Bang.. Crack.. Bang.. Crack.. Bang.. Crash.. Scream.. Tear.. Gnaw.. Silence.
Silence was all I heard next. Then growling. I decided not to alarm the rest of us but ushered them onward, prudent that they didn't see that 2 Walkers had turned their heads to us.

Down the stairs, through the main doors, attempt to push open the locked door to the right, glance at the glass doors, rush into the room to the left, collapse to the floor and crawl, drag people down to the floor to avoid drawing attention, breathe. Just breathe. I felt eyes on my back, so I spun to see Sam silently articulating the words 'how many?' I raised 2 fingers, promulgating how many walkers noticed us sprinting. Sam retorted with a nod. I glared at the Walkers. I'm not sure why or for how long, but I did. I watched exactly how their joints flailed about when they growled. I watched exactly how their jaws exuded with black goo which I could only imagine is a mix of blood and saliva. I watched exactly how—

"What's happening?" Emma interrupted my thoughts, her eyes locked onto the deceased yet living. Sam replied with an expression so cold and emotionless, he sounded hollow and grave. "Apocalypse. This is it. The beginning of the end of the world." My head toiled on the thought; we're a bunch of 12/13-year-olds. How the fuck are we meant to survive in what is probably going to last for 10 or more years? Not to mention, supplies will be a big quandary, too. Or a Catch-22 situation, if you will.