Despair | Chapter 26

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The doors had broken down. The frame laid on the ground while the rest of the school stood—crumpling into the ground.

It was a fascinating sight to watch—mesmerizing.

Flashing exit signs turned on and off, just another reminder of the death of the school. Abigail turned left and I had no choice but to follow.

Zombies tried to stop us. Their lifeless hands reached out, trying to grab us.

Abigail slashed at the zombies' hands with her knife, making the zombies retreat. But then the zombies reached out, forgetting about the knife entirely.

Our luck ran out. The approaching hallway ended in a smooth wall, blocking us off from escaping.

We turned back to the zombies. The living-dead approached slowly. I could see faces I knew: older students, old friends, even sixth-graders. They all looked the same now: hardened faces, yellowed teeth, decayed spirits. Dead eyes.

We're dead.

We would join them soon, just two more to the pack of the soulless.

The zombies aimed the guns at us.

The commander of the zombies stepped forward. "Puny living. You're no match for the dead." he told us in a raspy voice.

And then his eyes widened and dropped to the ground, dead.

Gun sprayed, knocking zombies to the ground.

Abigail and I ducked behind several obstacles, blocking shells.

After guns sounds faded away, I peeked at the area.

There stood Sterling and Sophie.

They came to the rescue.

 My heart drummed; I stood up with shaky knees and Abigail followed.

We met them, and we continued running down the dark hallways.

Zombies looked at us for a while and begun chasing.

The doors came into view.

Pieces of the roof fell, threatening to hit us.

Abigail tripped over a roof piece, falling to the ground. I grabbed her arm, pulling her up.

The exit was now in front of us.

Sterling bursted through the door and the rest of us followed him. 

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