A suicidal plan - one that could get me killed. People got so hungry to the point that they would come up with plans to get food and actually volunteer themselves. My stomach thought before my brain could even think about thinking, so I volunteered for one of these missions. It was me and a couple of other boys. We were armed though, armed with rulers. The plan was simple, use the rulers to distract the zombies so we can run into the cafeteria and get food. The problem was that we didn't know if the 6th and 7th graders already got the rest of the food. I proposed a back-up plan, but the other two proposed we go in there with some optimism, some hope that there'd be food. I, of course, didn't trust that idea, and kept my idea for a back-up plan in the back of my head. It was successful. We threw the rulers on the ground while hiding behind a corner and ran straight for the cafeteria, without our shoes on, because shoes made too much noise and would most definitely attract the zombies towards us.
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Apocalypse
SciencefictionStuck in a prison with no way out. What is this? Is this what that looks like? I wrote this story in eighth grade and my teacher seemed to really enjoy it so I'm sharing it with you guys :) God this story is from 2017 so enjoy it and all its glory...
