"Misha you have to get a weapon!" Shawn pleads. Since we made it to the baseball storage room Misha has been acting strangely. She crosses her arms and shakes her head.
"Maybe this is a bad idea! I mean, really! Shawn do you really want to die?"
"Who says we're going to die?"
Misha widens her eyes. "Hello!!! Me!!"
I shrug. I start walking to a near window. I pull down multiple posters and push desks out the way. I look out the massive broken window and gasp. Hundreds and hundreds of zombies surround the school. Their skin ripped, with pink saliva trickling down their chin. Hair starts to fall off every time they step. I almost gag at the smell. Shawn stops talking and cover his nose.
"Aw man! Now everything will smell like that!"
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going" I step on the little piece of balcony by the window. Misha pulls me back.
"Misha stop it!" I yell.
I get ready to jump out the window when Misha tackles me down. I push her out the way but I didn't notice she turned me around. Misha , now stumbling backwards falls out the window.
"Misha!" Shawn and I scream. Her eyes wide and watery. Her hands reach for ours. Shawn gets a hold of her left hand.
"Don't you dare let go of me Shawn. No matter what you need to do, don't let go of me" Her voice quivers. I grab her right hand and thrust her in the building. She lands on the floor. She stays there staring at it.
"Are you okay?"
Misha starts breathing loudly. "Do you think I'm okay!??? I almost died cause of you! You and your stupid idea, you and your stupid mind!! You almost killed me!" She now starts to clam down. She huddles up in the corner and rolls into a ball.
"Kendall you almost killed me...."
Shawn looks at me and sighs.
"Well I guess this is over?"
I ignore his question and leave Misha.
