This Is Our World Now -A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter One- Classes

I stared out the window of my Spanish class at the empty streets. It's been a year and a half now, since the roamers took over the city.

And I have been stuck in this school since pretty much the very beginning.

After the first herd came through, the city of Seattle ordered all children and teenagers to be locked up in their schools until the virus passed. The adults were allowed to remain at home, but the schools were seen as a haven for the kids, so we were sent here. Little did they know that we would still be here eighteen months later.

I went to Garfield High School before the disaster. I'm still here in the school, but because it is the only school left, I don't think it really needs a name.

The roamers came through and attacked every building in the city, or so it seemed. The police and the soldiers from the nearby army base gunned down enough for us to make it to our schools the next day. But our parents were stuck at home. It wasn't fair, but the stupid prinicipal said that our parents "valued our lives and knew we would be safer here."

For the next few days, we hid on the third floor, living off emergency rations and the masses of food people had brought in their bags.

We had no contact with the outside world after the telephone lines went down.

Since then, we have been relying on the supply runs that are made every day. Somehow, we keep surviving.

"¡Annalyn! ¡Eschucheme por favor! Your learning is still important, despite the situation," scolds my teacher, Ms. Gomez. Did i mention that we still have to go to our classes Mondays thru Fridays? It's the freaking apocalypse and I still have to conjugate Spanish verb tenses.

I glance out the window again. I see a loan roamer stumbling by on the street across from the football field. One or two come by every so often, and they will bang on the doors for a bit, but unless it's a herd, we dont do anything 'cause they usually move on pretty quick.

A few minutes later I hear the hum of the supply run trucks, no doubt bringing back tonights dinner and if we are lucky, tomorrow's breakfast. Soon, the trucks roll up the street, and somebody unlocks the gate to let them in. I would keep warching, but Ms. Gomez hands out a worksheet due at the end of class.

As soon as the clock turns 11:50, we all jump up from our seats and head down to lunch. The bells broke long ago, but everyone here knows when the meals are. I think we are just lucky to have clocks that work at all, because electric clocks wouldnt even give us the time. Ours run on solar energy, so they never stopped working.

I walk out of my class and bump right into my best friend Nora. She and I have been friends since first grade, and it is a miracle we are still here together.

We grab our food, a small portion of beans and rice, a small cup of canned peaches, and a dollop of chocolate pudding, and then we head up to the third floor to meet our other friends at our usual lunch spot. Its been the same lunch spot for almost a year now.

There are some things the apocalypse just can't change.