Apocalypse

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It's now dark outside, no one can sleep, for fear that the zombies would break into the classroom. We were the last to be hit by the zombies. I could never say that I've seen true horror until I saw that, that thing, that massacre of many people. Who knows, you might be next. Every single moment I ask myself, why, why is this happening to us, what did we ever do wrong? The only good thing is that the zombies are contained within the school, so this disease most likely won't spread. I can still remember it distinctly, that massacre. Yelling, screaming people, screaming for help. All you could do was watch because you feared that you would be killed, or worse, turned into a zombie too. So many people, and all I could do was watch. Sometimes, you'll get an occasional knock at the door, but no one ever dares to open it. Sometimes you'll hear the blood curdling scream of another victim, sometimes you'll hear a zombie. No one ever dared to open the door for fear that a zombie was waiting there ready to eat them.