As I sat in my desk in the darkness of the back row of desks of Mr. Whitticker's math class. Eager and impatiently waiting for the 3:00 bell to ring as I day dream about what I was gonna do over summer vacation.
"Mr. Sizemore!!" Whitticker hollered at me, waking me from my day dreaming state.
"It may be the last day of school but that doesn't meen it's a free day!" He exclaims to the class.
Then right when he was getting to the end of his sentence, or "lecture of the math over lord" as I like to call it the bell rang.
"Bringg!!" went the bell.
Except it wasnt the usual bell come to think of it wasn't even in the school. It was an alarm!! It was the city's panic alarm.
I meen we had all heard the rumors about the one guy down in Miami who ate a guys face off. Except this time the government wouldn't be able to blame it on "Bath Salts". A very dangerous psycotic drug. This time it was all different. This time it was the real deal and not just some strange T.V. based phenomanon.
As the ground started to shake Mr. Whitticker screamed at the top his lungs. All a sudden a loud voice came over the intercom.
"Everyone this is not a drill. I know this sounds crazy but the zombie apocolypse has begun to overtake the U.S. Dont panic!!" principle Reynolds said in a loud voice.
Well of coarse that's what everyone did. Even Mr. Whitticker who's very rarely ever skared started running out the class room door. Well, everyone except 4 of us, Chance, Brian, Lacy and Myself have probably seen every Horror/Zombie or any apocolyptic movie or television series ever made, and for the past 3 years from the start of 7th grade to the end of 9th grade, which is the grade were in at the moment. We have been preping for this cause all 4 of us had a belief that eventualy this whole shit storm would hit us like a wrecking ball, and as you can tell are suspicions were correct.They were very much so for that matter.
After the whole school had been totally vacaded of all the students and teachers. All 4 of us started discussing what the rational thing to do was. We decided my house would be the smartest and safest to go, cause of the fact of the matter was my dad used to work at the CDC "The Center for Disease Control" down in Atlanta were we lived before we moved to Minnesota 3 years ago. He left the company because they had been lying and hiding this terrible disease from the media and the public. So, my dad left the company. Except before he totally walked out on them he downloaded every single Nook & Cranny of information that they possesed in their data base downloaded onto 3 different flash drives. Which have just enough GB's to download all the proof of the zombie existance. We also knew there wasn't going to be a cure for this disease anytime soon.
So, we knew we had to be completly ready for this moment so we could survive as long as possible. Except, we weren't completly ready yet we had been in the middle of stocking up food still. But, the fact of it was we already stocked up 3 to 4 weeks worth of food already stocked up. We knew eventually we would have to start scavenging after the first month or so.
Once all 4 of us got threw the crowd of people, we got our bikes from the racks out by the Gym. Then we set off towards my house. Which for how much zombies you'd expect to see. The route we took to get there the streets were totally deserted of everything including the ones who arn't dead or infected.
"This whole woute is deserted!!" shouted Brian from the back of all of us.
"Yep, this place is totally dead" Lacy hollered back.
"No pun intended right?" I said with a smirk on my face.
Lacy let out a light chuckle. She was by far one of my closest freinds. We had been best freinds since the day we met in 1st period reading in the start of 7th grade. We never did, but everyone always told us that we would be a good couple. But, her and I agreed on just being really good freinds because we didn't want to ruin our freindship. Still, everyone knew that i had a really big thing for her, even she knew it. Then everyone just ignored the topic. Well, most of the time they did. Chance was the one who mostly always brought up that topic. That and he always made jokes and insults based off of jews and other things like that. But, he couldn't help it so we just went with it anyways.
Then Chance yelled from the side of me, as we turned on to Algora Rd. a biter walked out of the alley, but luckily Chance always secretly carried a big ass bowie knife in his back pack or as Brian calls it his "Pack Back" cause Brian has a little speech difformaty. So, sometimes he has trouble wording things correctly.
Just then we turned onto the street my house was on, Contera Ave. Which is kind of a well hidden little street. Remote is what I think some would call it. Of coarse, thats exactly why my dad bought it. So, it would be
