Surviving

CHPTR 1

      My eyes open and drift around the musty, molding "room", which is really just an an empty pantry in the basement of my mother's house. I pull my aching back off of the wood floor, wincing as the dust scrapes against my freshly whipped legs. I pull on some black jeans and a navy blue hoodie, silently walking up the dirty basement stairs. I can hear my mom walk out of her room into the kitchen to make herself some breakfast, and slip around the hallway as not to be seen. I put my old navy blue sneakers on as quietly as possible, slinging on my matching backpack and wincing at the pain from my whipped back hitting it.

      Oh for the love of god, she heard me opening the door... I gotta get outta here.

      I climb onto my silver bike and pedal as fast as possible, her drunken running following close behind me.

Shit

Shit

Shit

Shit

She finally gave up, so I pedal slower to stop my legs from hurting. 

Left

Right

Cross the street

Right

      Here we are. My one and only best friend, Courtney, is waiting for me with an impatient expression. We do our ~secret best friend handshake~ and walk across the field full of students. Mean students. They poke fun at my boyish clothes and rib-skinny figure, while Courtney snaps at them. Courtney is super hot, so all the boys listen, and their girlfriends do too, as to not anger their sweet love~

      Gross. Relationships are weird, and useless, and they'll just end up using you and breaking you in the end, so what's the point? We should get going, and so we do.

In class

"Good morning, class. Before we take attendance, just know that our principal has decided to put auto-locks on our classrooms, for safety uses."

That's weird, the principal's never done something like that before.

Whatever.

"Zara! I have called your name six times!"

"S-sorry, Mrs. Dalone.."

"You'd better be, it's enough to deal with Mr. Haddox and Mr. Falcon!"

      Those boys, always picking fights, and breakin' all those nerds hearts. I can't believe they haven't been suspended yet, like the time they broke some kid's-

What? No! I don't pay too much attention to them! Pfft!..

KRSSHHH

"Did someone break glass?"

"Our window is fine."

"What about the glass doors at the front entrance?"

"AAAH!"

      I look out of the classroom to see what all the fuss is about. I see some sickly looking people entering the building, and their skin is- torn?! Some of them are missing limbs or eyes, and..

"ZARA!!"

Courtney!

      I run past the crowd of people into the classroom, where zombies have poured in through the recently broken window. Courtney is backed up against a corner, hitting zombies back with a school chair. I grab the pistol I keep in my backpack for emergencies, shooting a few zombies in the head and hitting other zombies in the pressure point with it. Stepping over the crows of dead zombies, I grab Courtney's arm and pull her closer to me, pulling her into a short hug. Afterwards, I examine her for bites.

"I'm taking your shirt off to check your back." I blush and make a face. [A/N: face is like ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ ]

No bites. I give her shirt back and squeak an apology.

She thinks it's cute.