The Aftermath

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I walked down the long hallway past the broken, rusted lockers. Most of them didn’t have doors, but the ones that did were filled with supplies- food, clothes, books, ammo, anything we thought we needed.
I just had come back from a supply run. I didn’t find much except a couple cans of soup and some bread.
I walked towards a large green door and opened it. About twenty six anxious, and scared faces looked at me. Weird to say that they were all I had left.
I closed the door and walked over to the side of what used to be my school’s library. I sat down and leaned back on the wall. I set my backpack down infront of me gently to not mess the bread up. I closed my eyes tilting my head forward doing my best to relax. I wasn’t the only one on that food run. Three more people went with me. The walkers got them. I’d seen some messed up shit.
“So, how’d it go?” I heard from infront of me.
I opened my eyes and saw one of my friends, Julio. He was averagely tall, had brown hair which he combed over to the side, and had what the rest of the group called, bunny teeth. He was wearing a T-shirt, black jeans and had boots on.
“I got bread, and soup. Part of a balanced meal.” I said chuckling softly.
“Nice.” He said smiling.
“Where are the others? Did they get lost?” he asked.
I frowned and shook my head. “They weren’t fast enough, walkers got ‘em.”
“Oh.” He said looking down.
I nodded and closed my eyes trying to shut their screams out. My ears were ringing. I couldn’t think straight. I saw them, it all repeated in my head. Them getting torn, limb from limb, them getting eaten alive, infront of me. And there wasn’t a god damn thing I could do about it. All I could do is run.
I felt a soft nudge on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked over seeing Samantha. She was a tall girl, with brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing an oversized hoodie and jeans.
She leaned over and hugged me. “It’s ok they’re in a better place now.”
I nodded hugging her back. “Any place is better than here.”
She pulled back and sat beside me looking out at the rest of my “classmates”. It was like there were many different groups. The guys who used to play soccer were all a tight bunch. So were Burton, George, and Morgan. Most people sticked together. Hell all of us did. This was like all of or second family even before the outbreak. At least the ones of us that are still alive. Seven of us died at the very beginning, before we even knew of the outbreak. The virus got into them and they were put down. Oh how times have changed.
All of a sudden a bang came from all the front of the school. I stood up as well as most of the class. I ran out and down the hallway before stopping at my locker. I unlocked it as quickly as I could and pulled a kitchen knife out and a snub nosed revolver before I slammed my locker closed and ran over to the front. A few people had already gotten there. Walkers were breaking the door down. It was one of the biggest hoards I’d ever seen. It seemed to be about thirty of them, maybe more. I ran over and started planting my knife into their temples as did Morgan, Franklin and others. They were all in jeans and wearing different hoodies. We kept stabbing their heads until their own bodies covered the broken door window. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air. I felt like if I was gonna puke.
Then glass could be heard shattering from the kitchen. The others and I ran over to see what was going on. They were inside. Walkers were inside!