The warehouse had turned into a frenzy of fearful children. Within thirty minutes, the doors were barricaded and the windows that were not already boarded up were.
Everybody had become silence, and the tension was so high that it was hard to breathe. It seemed that everything had been shifted away from doors and windows, as if being near possible entrances would attract corpses.
Before there were any other sounds, there was rain. The torrential rain was all we could hear, pouring down. The thunder and lightning started not too long after the rain. Every once and a while a strike would be powerful enough the whole building would shake, but nobody made a peep.
Then, the corpses began to pass. The loud groans and moans were startling, but all anybody would utter was a gasp. The fear of being heard by the corpses was stronger than any other.
Eventually, Billy had made his way through everybody to me. He grabbed my hand, holding it as if his life depended on it. I pulled him into a hug, holding his quivering body.
"It's gonna be fine. We're all gonna be perfectly safe," I whispered into his ear. It was so quiet I didn't know if he had heard it.
For hours, we waited in fear. The doors did not give, and the warehouse stayed secure.
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Surviving
Narrativa generaleAdira was your normal high school girl. Until the apocalypse started. Now, she, along with her little brother and a group of children, must try to survive in a world that no child should have to live in.
