Dying Breath: It All Starts Here

A Normal Day

The day was getting old, and the sky was getting dark. The day was ending. Askova knew that they couldn't stay for long and that the fire would die out. They had to get out fast, or they would die, sooner or later.

" Guys?" asked Askova weakly. She was hungry and she has been hungry for 2 hours. People were still feeling sick, and getting sick, because of the smell of rotten flesh, and the thought of killing something that was already dead. People finally looked up to her, and she was getting ready to speak, with Lindsay at her side.

"Guys, we need to leave, sooner or later. The fire is going to die out, and we will die of starvation," Askova looked at the teacher who thought that the dead could die of starvation. He looked away. " We need to come up with a plan to get out of here, or we will be dead. Um...any ideas?" quizzed Askova. Everyone was just staring at her.

Everyone started to talk together about any ideas of getting out. One student, probably in 6th grade, just completely refused to leave. Askova tried to convince him that getting out is the only way to survive, or else they will die. Still, he refused.

"Askova, it's night, and we need to sleep. I'm tired," complained one of the students. Askova just looked at her. She didn't know what to say.

" If we're going to sleep, we need to be in a secure room, and clear of dead ones. We need to secure all ways for them to get in before we snooze." Askova was also tired, but she was determined to get out of this horrid school.

Everyone, except the 6th graders, tried to find rooms that were good to sleep in. After 15 minutes, a 7th-grade teacher suggested her room.

" Guys, how about we sleep in my classroom. It has tons of pillows and only two windows. The door can automatically lock. Plus, it has a heater," suggested the 7th-grade teacher. Askova approved of this after she saw the room of course. That's just how things go.

Everyone started to board up the windows with a few blankets as they can, so the dead ones won't see them from the outside. Askova closed the door, and sure enough, the door does have an automatic lock. She taped constructed paper to the window of the door and covered the bottom of the door with a blanket. She finally turned on the heater.

" Askova, why are we doing this, covering the windows I mean. And why did you cover the bottom of the door with a blanket?" asked a 6th-grade girl.

" Well, I covered the bottom of the door with a blanket so the heat won't get out. And we are covering the windows with blankets so the dead ones won't see us in here," replied Askova, yawning.

" I didn't ask for school lesson," joked the 8th-grade boy. Everyone laughed, except for the teachers of course.

" That's right, you didn't ask for the school lesson, she did," Askova said, with a belligerent look on her face. The room got quiet. The day has officially ended on the first day of the massacre.

The next morning, no one was missing, and everyone was groaning, because they thought that the outbreak was a dream; she really hoped it was. Askova scanned the room and looked at Lindsay. Lindsay was getting up towards the door.

" Lindsay... " warned Askova. Lindsay tore a piece of construction paper and just looked out the window. She sighed. " Guys, I need to know your names," said Askova. Everyone was confused.

" Why?" asked the 8th-grade boy.

" If I'm going to know you for this crazy adventure, then I'm going to need to know your names," replied Askova. The teachers just looked at her.

" Well you know who I am, I'm Lindsay."

" I'm Derek." answered the 8th-grade boy.

" You know me, Askova, I'm Ms. Rivera," said the 7th-grade teacher.

" Yeah, the teacher who told that the undead isn't possible and that spirits aren't real," replied Askova.

Ms. Rivera looked sheepish.

" If any of you guys don't know me, I teach science by the way. Well... did," said Ms. Rivera.

" Mr. Haunn," said the teacher, who taught 6th grade.

" I'm Emma," said the 6th-grade girl, right after

Mr. Haunn was finished speaking. The boy refused to speak. Askova thought that he was probably a shy one.

" Dude, its okay if you say your name, no one's going to bite you," said Askova, to cheer the boy up.

" I'm... Jace," replied the 6th-grade boy, shyly. Well, Askova got everyone's names. Now it was time to escape. But how? That, she didn't know, nor anyone else. It wasn't time to ruin everyone's dignity. So, she kept her mouth shut.