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It’s ironic really. I hated school but yet I was here, sitting in the room I despised. I wasn’t exactly a rebel but then again I wasn’t a goody two shoes. I just disliked being here, it had been a living hell for years but now I started to see the light. The school made an excellent shelter. I’ll ease up a little and tell you all that I know about my current situation. About two weeks ago, there was an outbreak of a deadly virus in Japan. We had no idea what it was or how it had come to be, all we know is that this thing was highly contagious. For days it was on the news; you could see it was bad when even the reporters were in helicopters rather than on the ground. We all thought we were safe from this thing, but we weren’t. The whole of Asia and Europe were engulfed with this virus, even the Brits. It was as though hell was coming to earth. It then hit the eastern coast of the U.S. and spread across the entire nation. Being in Miami, I had been in the shit storm as soon as it hit American soil. Sarah is my name by the way. I am seventeen and for my age, I am tiny. I’m five foot one, weigh just over a hundred pounds. People used to wonder why I always wore high heels. They soon found out when I would drop a foot when I took them off. For me it was a bit of a struggle, I always used to get pushed around or stepped on, but I just got on with it. However I at least got some attention, probably because I was the only latina in class. I could speak fluent Spanish and charm guys without them even knowing what I was saying. It never got old calling someone ‘Pendejo’ in a seductive voice and then being flattered. I thought everyone would know the meaning of the word by now as it seems to be a favorite in the movies and video games. These were just memories to me now. A tear began to trickle down my cheek as I looked through the window. Even in escort avcılar the pitched black I could see them, outstretched arms in the air. Their groans echoed all around, it was like they were calling for back up, and they weren’t been disappointed. Day in, day out more and more people joined the crowd as they continued to bash away at the school doors. The moon came out from behind the clouds, lighting them up like a search light before quickly backing behind another cloud. I looked at the clock above the blackboard. “Only eleven?” I said in shock. It did feel a lot later than 11pm, but at times like these, the days went quickly, but the nights, they went on forever. I put my legs up on the desk, adjusting my black, cotton panties and my long white socks. The feeling of a nice, cool breeze against the insides of my thighs was really refreshing. For the longest time I gasped as I opened my skirt more. I closed my eyes and began to think of life before all this, the things I would be doing now instead of sitting here. Images of past summers came into my head. Friends, family, everyone was on my mind as I sat there. I began to drift to sleep, forgetting all the chaos in the outside world. *** For hours the same memories replayed in my head, finally been interrupted by the school’s bell. Immediately, I was awake and aware of my surroundings. It was hard not to be paranoid that those things had gotten in during the night. I looked out of the window; there they were still banging at the front door. I knew eventually they would get in, but I was prepared for that. I sat back in the chair, just watching them until my hunger got the better of me. I took one last look at them before standing up. I walked over to the door, opening it slowly. I stepped out into the corridor, looking at the patches of dry blood on the floor. Books and escort bahcesehir folders decorated the rest of the halls, and the displays were all dirtied with blood red handprints. Even though I knew the school was clear from all of the zombies, I still kept my wits about me, just to make sure. I walked briskly down the corridor to the staircase. As I opened the door, I noticed more handprints around the walls and more trails of blood. It seemed as though this was fresh though. I began to walk down the stairs, thinking nothing of it. The groans from outside began to grow louder as I went down the staircase. As I reached the ground floor, I saw the horde through the glass. I opened the door, mesmerized by them as I walked into the main corridor. Their hands battered the glass doors, desperately trying to get into the building. I shuffled across to the cafeteria, my eyes not moving from them. I took one last glimpse of them before going into the atrium. Tables were toppled, chairs were turned over and old food products were scattered around the floor. I went inside, stepping around a huge pool of blood. A foul stench began to enter my nostrils as I quietly walked to the vending machines. I got closer and out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I looked round, nothing was there. I began to wiggle the machine slightly, trying to get some food out. Again, I sensed movement and again I saw nothing. After a few moments of shaking, food began to fall. I crouched, grabbing as much of it as I could. I cradled the packets of chips as I began to stand back up. As I reached my feet, I felt a warm breath on my neck. I froze as I heard a huge groan behind me. I turned to face it. My eyes widened as I saw Mr Hutchingson. He was the school’s principal before all of this happened. His grey suit was now covered in dust along with his straight beylikdüzü escort black hair. Blood poured down his chin as he growled at me. I dropped the chips as I shoved him away and darted to the door. As I reached the door, he was hot on my trail. He wasn’t like the other zombies, he was quick and agile. I ran back to the stairs, hearing a large screech followed by shattering glass. Zombies flooded the corridor, stumbling over the bags as they did. I climbed up the stairs, hearing the groans and grunts of the horde behind me. Another loud screech from Mr Hutchingson echoed, almost deafening me. I shoved open the doors and ran straight to the classroom in hopes of losing the crowd of flesh eating monsters. I closed the door behind me quietly before sliding under the desk. As I brought my knees to my chest, I heard them getting closer. I placed my hand over my mouth as I saw their shadow move across the floor in front of me. My heart was racing as they passed. I couldn’t believe how close I’d come to becoming lunch for those things. I peeped my head out, seeing that they had gone. I climbed to my feet, my eyes fixed on the door. As I moved closer, a figure appeared, making me fall backwards. I heard another shriek as I sat on the floor. The glass shattered revealing his face. He opened the door slowly and began to move towards me. I froze, mortified as he crouched down and looked into my eyes. His hand reached out to me, gently stroking my cheek. He grunted at me as he pulled me to my feet. Still trembling with fear, I looked up at him. His hand brushed through my hair and a bulge in his pants began to form. The rest of the horde began to move into the room, making a semi circle around us both. I looked at each and every one of them in amazement. “What are they doing?” I asked myself. As I turned back to him, he began to unbutton my blouse. I watched his hands as they fumbled on each button until he finally finished. I stood there, feeling his breath blow against the top of my cleavage. He slipped my shirt off of my shoulders, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor.
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