Post by Admin on Jul 28, 2014 0:52:36 GMT
It's been slow going:
Part Two- Taking Back sometime past 4 PM, May 28, 2014
“When the lockdown fell apart and people began to turn into infected maniacs, many classrooms must’ve emptied into the hallways,” Ben whispered. “From there, I guess most of the survivors tried to make a run for it to the outside. And the infected followed them. That’s why we haven’t heard anything in the school. It’s because all of the people and the infected fled outside.”
“Thanks for the big explanation Ben, but we don’t know if we’re alone or not in here. Just because it’s quiet and there’s a lot of them outside doesn’t mean there’s not still any inside,” Lily replied.
“Right,” Ben said with a quick glance over his shoulder as if he expected something to jump out. “But we can assume we’re one of the only people left in OMS, if not the only ones.”
“So, basically we can all say for sure that we aren’t making a run for it?” Jody asked, her face half lit by the sunlight reaching through the window and the other half hidden in the shadow of the school. Her black hair shined in the dim light.
“No way are we going out this door. Not with any number of those things existing out there,” Myer Anne said with a slight quiver to her voice.
“Yeah, we’re not leaving the school just yet. Maybe we should check a few other exits or lay low for a while longer,” I suggested.
“…Or the police might still come…right?” Jody asked, knowing the answer herself. None of us said it to her. The chances of an actual up and running police station at this point was slim to none. There had been no contact with anyone normal for a long time. No outside help would come, any doubt of this fact was basically gone.
Lily spoke again, “Okay, so what do we do now? Find an empty room to spend god knows how long in, waiting for-”
“Quiet,” Myer Anne interrupted suddenly.
Then we heard what she had. Footsteps…and voices nearby! Somebody or something was close. We froze in place. I gripped my excuse for a weapon. Then a call came to us- a human call.
“Hello? Are you people?” a cautious voice whispered from around a corner.
“Yes!” all five of us said in unison, then clamped our mouths shut because of the noise we made.
Suddenly many different voices. A group! I heard, ‘Oh, thank god!’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘There’s people here?’ Around a hallway corner appeared first one, then eight other students in quick succession. Nine kids! Nine alive kids, all of them I knew! Holly-Anne, Brody, Jason, Ryan, Brendan G, Colton, Kayla, Caroline Yoon, and Josh Minh! I now recognized Jason's voice to have been the one who'd spoken to us first. Both of our small groups ran to each other in relief and a rush of excitement right then and there!
There was a spontaneous and fast reunion for about 30 seconds. Friends alive. Just plain people alive! And that, in itself, was amazing. There was relieved greetings and embraces, a whole ordeal over simply seeing each other again after such a short, yet long feeling, time apart!
But we couldn’t stop here. Now was not the time to relax, I realized. And I could tell Colton and Ben were both aware of that the whole time. Still nervous and unwilling to celebrate one bit. Observing the small commodity and sensing the noise and the danger that this was possibly stirring up for outside ears.
“Alright, now that we’ve seen each other…alive, we need to come up with a plan,” Colton spoke in a clear voice that settled most of us down. He was, I guess you could say, calmer than the rest of us. Strangely calm, at that, for the amount of sh** we’d seen in the past hour. Most eyes went to the sorta short figure of Colton standing before us. “There’s no adults around to help us now. We have to do something while we’re in this situation.”
“You guys didn’t come from outside, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes darting to the double doors nearby that showed the grim scene beyond. Weariness creased his freckled face.
“Of course not. We came from a janitor’s closet down the extra hallway,” Ben answered. Some people began talking over others at this point. Their own stories. Nervous chatter.
“Guys, we’ll get to tell our own accounts later, but for now, a decision is needed, quick!” Colton reminded us, motioning with his hands for quiet.
“We should find rooms to hide in for a while,” I heard Brody say over the still present talking.
“Then what? We can’t hide forever,” Brendan retorted.
“We need to search other halls for anyone still around. Or for lingering ‘zombies’,” Jason suggested.
“The 8th grade lab and the extra room behind Mrs. Powell’s are safe. We all came from there,” Brody said. “We should go back to safety.”
“What do you mean safety?” Ben replied to Brody. “We don’t have to be afraid in here. The infected all went outside a while ago. The building is empty.”
Right as Ben said the word ‘empty’, a threatening moan reached my ears. A cold, close by moan that could only mean one thing.
Everyone immediately shut up. All fourteen kids went to dead silence, hearing the moan and the sound of stumbling footsteps on the linoleum floor. The thing was just around the right hand corner of the hall that led to the bus loop entrance.
“The building…is not empty,” Lily whispered, clutching the broom handle tightly.
Part Two- Taking Back sometime past 4 PM, May 28, 2014
“When the lockdown fell apart and people began to turn into infected maniacs, many classrooms must’ve emptied into the hallways,” Ben whispered. “From there, I guess most of the survivors tried to make a run for it to the outside. And the infected followed them. That’s why we haven’t heard anything in the school. It’s because all of the people and the infected fled outside.”
“Thanks for the big explanation Ben, but we don’t know if we’re alone or not in here. Just because it’s quiet and there’s a lot of them outside doesn’t mean there’s not still any inside,” Lily replied.
“Right,” Ben said with a quick glance over his shoulder as if he expected something to jump out. “But we can assume we’re one of the only people left in OMS, if not the only ones.”
“So, basically we can all say for sure that we aren’t making a run for it?” Jody asked, her face half lit by the sunlight reaching through the window and the other half hidden in the shadow of the school. Her black hair shined in the dim light.
“No way are we going out this door. Not with any number of those things existing out there,” Myer Anne said with a slight quiver to her voice.
“Yeah, we’re not leaving the school just yet. Maybe we should check a few other exits or lay low for a while longer,” I suggested.
“…Or the police might still come…right?” Jody asked, knowing the answer herself. None of us said it to her. The chances of an actual up and running police station at this point was slim to none. There had been no contact with anyone normal for a long time. No outside help would come, any doubt of this fact was basically gone.
Lily spoke again, “Okay, so what do we do now? Find an empty room to spend god knows how long in, waiting for-”
“Quiet,” Myer Anne interrupted suddenly.
Then we heard what she had. Footsteps…and voices nearby! Somebody or something was close. We froze in place. I gripped my excuse for a weapon. Then a call came to us- a human call.
“Hello? Are you people?” a cautious voice whispered from around a corner.
“Yes!” all five of us said in unison, then clamped our mouths shut because of the noise we made.
Suddenly many different voices. A group! I heard, ‘Oh, thank god!’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘There’s people here?’ Around a hallway corner appeared first one, then eight other students in quick succession. Nine kids! Nine alive kids, all of them I knew! Holly-Anne, Brody, Jason, Ryan, Brendan G, Colton, Kayla, Caroline Yoon, and Josh Minh! I now recognized Jason's voice to have been the one who'd spoken to us first. Both of our small groups ran to each other in relief and a rush of excitement right then and there!
There was a spontaneous and fast reunion for about 30 seconds. Friends alive. Just plain people alive! And that, in itself, was amazing. There was relieved greetings and embraces, a whole ordeal over simply seeing each other again after such a short, yet long feeling, time apart!
But we couldn’t stop here. Now was not the time to relax, I realized. And I could tell Colton and Ben were both aware of that the whole time. Still nervous and unwilling to celebrate one bit. Observing the small commodity and sensing the noise and the danger that this was possibly stirring up for outside ears.
“Alright, now that we’ve seen each other…alive, we need to come up with a plan,” Colton spoke in a clear voice that settled most of us down. He was, I guess you could say, calmer than the rest of us. Strangely calm, at that, for the amount of sh** we’d seen in the past hour. Most eyes went to the sorta short figure of Colton standing before us. “There’s no adults around to help us now. We have to do something while we’re in this situation.”
“You guys didn’t come from outside, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes darting to the double doors nearby that showed the grim scene beyond. Weariness creased his freckled face.
“Of course not. We came from a janitor’s closet down the extra hallway,” Ben answered. Some people began talking over others at this point. Their own stories. Nervous chatter.
“Guys, we’ll get to tell our own accounts later, but for now, a decision is needed, quick!” Colton reminded us, motioning with his hands for quiet.
“We should find rooms to hide in for a while,” I heard Brody say over the still present talking.
“Then what? We can’t hide forever,” Brendan retorted.
“We need to search other halls for anyone still around. Or for lingering ‘zombies’,” Jason suggested.
“The 8th grade lab and the extra room behind Mrs. Powell’s are safe. We all came from there,” Brody said. “We should go back to safety.”
“What do you mean safety?” Ben replied to Brody. “We don’t have to be afraid in here. The infected all went outside a while ago. The building is empty.”
Right as Ben said the word ‘empty’, a threatening moan reached my ears. A cold, close by moan that could only mean one thing.
Everyone immediately shut up. All fourteen kids went to dead silence, hearing the moan and the sound of stumbling footsteps on the linoleum floor. The thing was just around the right hand corner of the hall that led to the bus loop entrance.
“The building…is not empty,” Lily whispered, clutching the broom handle tightly.