This Is Our World Now -A Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter Six- Evacuation

"Say WHAT?" I yell as Danny and I jump to our feet.

"They just announced it. Come on!" Nora takes off down the hall and I look at Danny, shrug, and dash after her. We follow Nora to the main hallway where one of the teachers is giving directions.

"...we will be leaving out the doors on Roberts Street. It is closest to the trucks and has the fewest roamers-" She is cut off by the crackling intercom, followed by Mrs. Mueller's voice.

"All students please report to your fourth period classes. All adults, except teachers, please report to the Commons. This is not a drill. This is an evacuation procedure. Please proceed quickly. Thank you."

It's quiet for a few seconds before everyone scatters and runs to their fourth period. I have Spanish, but Nora and Danny have Math, so I hug her goodbye and wave to him before hurrying down the nearest staircase. I swing around the corner and into my class, where Mrs. Gomez is taking attendance.

"...Nate Cohen?" She asks, and Nate calls out a "here."

"...Annalyn Douglas?"

"I'm here!" I yell out breathlessly. She nods and continues on. I slump into a chair near me, dropping my bag. But I soon stand up again and make my way over to the window. I quietly gasp as I look down at the scene below our classroom.

The chainlink fences that protected our schools grounds is laying twisted and flattened on the ground. There are dozens of the hideous roamers stumbling around on our football field, and dozens more banging on the seemingly weak, wooden doors that are the only thing barring them from us. I can hear their persistent groaning and growling all the way up here.

I can't take any more, so I pull my gaze away and sit back in my chair. Mrs. Gomez soon finishes the attendance, and she begins to inform us of what is going to happen.

"This is not a situation I ever thought we would be in. I hoped we would never be in. But this is not the time for sentiments. We are evacuating out the Roberts Street doors to the trucks parked in back of school. Ours is the one second in from the far right. That is where you will run once the doors are opened. Do not stop for anything. Get in the back of that truck and stay protected. The trucks are headed for the airport, last I heard. Oh and one more thing: Each of you will get a random weapon at the door, if you don't already have one. Do not use it if you can help it. Please grab your bags, and let's go now. Hurry!"

Mrs. Gomez opens the classroom door and we quickly file out. We are close to the back door, so we are one of the first classes to arrive there. The people guarding the door tell us to line up, and due to the urgency of the situation, nobody argues. They issue us random weapons from barrels stacked next to the doors.

After about three minutes, other classes have lined up behind and next to us. One of the two guards signals to the other, and they slam open one door. The guards jump out and kill off the nearest walkers. They motion for us to exit, and class by class we stream out the doors into the precious sunlight. I glance down the line of trucks for MY truck, lock my eyes on it, and sprint there. A few other, older kids from my class are there, helping people onto the truck bed. One of them, mt friend Sean, hoists me up and I grab onto the side of the vehicle, pulling myself the rest of the way in. I scoot to the back, taking a seat near the side of the truck bed.

Ten minutes later, kids are still piling into the trucks. The adults are trying to keep the zombies at bay, but won't be able to for much longer. From my vantage point on the truck, I can see the herd closing in on us. Suddenly, it seems to close, and that's when I hear the piercing screams of the first victim. I don't see them, thank god, but the sound is enough. It's cut short as their life ceases, and it's only gunshots again till the next person falls.

It's too much. There is no way we can stop them. We have to get out of here NOW, I realize. I want to yell at the drvier of our truck to go, GO! Get out of here! But I can't. There are still others.

In the next few minutes, the drviers of some of the full trucks begin to understand that if they don't leave now, we will be lunch. We were supposed to caravan there, all the vehicles, but left and right, the trucks pull out onto the street. People scream for us to wait, please wait, as soon even only partly full trucks depart, leaving some people stranded. Better to save some, then lose all, right? I guess that is what the deivers were thinking. It is cruel anyways.

I think about Nora, and Danny, and Mrs. Mueller, and everybody I knew. I wonder if they made it out. I hope they did. I pray to God that they did. But I don't know yet.

I scramble over people to the back of the truck bed, and looking back, I watch and listen as the school I loved disappears with the cries of those left behind.