Dying Breath: It All Starts Here

The Distraction

Askova, covered in blood and confusion, thought up of a plan to distract the dead ones. She was going to lead them outside somehow, but she didn't know how she was going to do that.

"Wait," Askova thought, "In horror movies, they distract the monster by either, movement, noise, or light, like fireworks. That's probably is the same here. But there's a good chance that there aren't any fireworks here." She puzzled until she thought of something; wood. Askova would use wood to distract the dead ones. But how was she going to make that distraction?

Before she was going to do that, she was going to cover herself with dead guts, so she blends in with them. She walked over to one of the dead and grabbed the guts, hesitantly. She wanted to puke again, but she puked so much before, that she couldn't puke again. She grabbed some of the blood and slapped it on her clothes.

"Let's get... ugh, distracting," she whispered, gagging. She also needed to wear warm clothes, since it was winter. It would be easier to avoid them outside because they could freeze. She climbed up the ladder that led to the roof, and she observed the middle school yard.

" I need a lighter, and something that will burn. But I don't think anyone will have a lighter here," she thought,

" My mom smokes. She'll probably have a lighter."

Askova walked to the office, but quietly. She went in the office, seeing no one in there but dead bodies. She walked, avoiding to even step on the dead bodies, to her mom's office. After all, she is the principal.

She looked everywhere for a lighter, and oddly enough, she did, but in the weirdest place.

" Above the door? Seriously?" She noticed her moms lifeless body laying on the ground, under the desk,

" Sorry that you are dead, but, you were always a jerk to me," commented Askova. A dead one grabbed her leg, and she screamed. She face planted on the floor. Her face was messed up. She dropped the lighter, and it slid out of the office. She crawled towards the door and slammed the door in its arm. She turned the lock to lock the door.

She grabbed all the rulers that she could find, and she climbed back on the roof. She threw all of the rulers in front of the school doors, but not too close.

" Never thought that this stupid infection will make me want to kill myself," Askova said this she lit the lighter. It didn't light, " oh come on!" It finally lit. She threw it towards the rulers. She climbed down and watched the dead ones in the gym walk towards the gym doors, breaking the chair leg in half and pushing the gym doors open. They broke through the entrance doors. As this happens she says, " how will today's people survive? Look at those things!" As soon as she is satisfied that the gym is clear, she walks in there and awaits the door to humanity.

She tried to open the door, but it was locked. Of course, the people in there didn't want to be eaten, so they locked the door.

She grabs the nearest heavy object, a chair, and bashed the door down. She opens it, with a wondrous sight. People. Friends. Teachers who never liked her. She was just standing there, staring at them.

" Askova!?" exclaimed her friend, Lindsay. Thank God her friend survived. Askova was relieved but also frightened because, she found her best friend was alive, but terrified that she and 5 others were the only ones that survived the invasion.

" Askova, how did you survive the apocalypse? It was a freakin' massacre!" asked Lindsay, shaking. Before Askova could answer, the others demanded why she came to save them. Apparently, they wanted to be safe and hidden away forever from the dead.

" Why did you open the door? We were hiding from the dead until they died of starvation," exclaimed one of the teachers, that was standing right beside the locker.

" We're dead, we're totally dead. You killed us, and now we're going to die!"

" What do you mean you're going to wait until the dead are going to die of starvation? They are already dead! They can only die if you hit them in the glava, or burn them," replied Askova with confidence. " You can freeze them temporarily, to slow them down," finished Askova.

" Glava?" questioned one of the students, an 8th grader, in the locker room.

" Glava means 'head' in Russian," said Askova. She stares at the group of people and then stares back at the 8th grader.

" Hit them in the glava. As in, hit them in...the head?!" exclaimed the 8th-grade student, with a quizzical look. People were freaking out.

" What's wrong with hittin' them in the head? It's actually not that hard," said Askova. Lindsay steps up, looking worried.

" Um, Askova? We never hit, killed, or stabbed someone's head before. It might be easy for you, but it's going to be hard for us," replied Lindsay, stuttering through the whole thing.

" They are already dead. Yes, they might your favourite teachers and friends, but they aren't friendly anymore like they used to be. If you get near them, they are going to bite your skin, and rip your flesh apart and then you are going to become one of them," explained Askova, " If you don't want to die, you're going to have to kill them."

One of the students and teachers started to throw up all over the place. Lindsay just looked away, trying not to puke.

" Too much?" sighed Askova. She just walked out the locker room and killed the remaining few dead ones in the gym, still trying to get used to killing without getting bitten or scratched.