There was something lonesome in the way they moved. Ambling aimlessly with calcium clouded eyes, they no longer looked like the students that should be here, flourishing and learning. They were in a throng of others, yet they seemed not aware of them. They were alone, their instincts not allowing them to look beyond the death and destruction. The instincts never would, for they were simply dead. Distantly I was surprised at myself for thinking of such things. It was either me or them, and I should not be getting so sentimental. Yet I couldn't help the swell of emotions that ran through me when I saw a rotten face I knew, whether I hated or liked them. Abigail, Diana, Asia, Maha... All made my eyes sting with tears that I stubbornly blinked back.
Despite this, however, I knew better than to wallow in the grief. If I had any hope to survive, I had to steel my emotions and think of myself. I was weak with stamina and I had to rely on my strength and small size to carry me through. If I let myself falter, I would surely be dead. The hammer I had snagged from the lone construction class helped as well. But with these familiar and unfamiliar faces, I could always feel the unspoken question on my lips. My friends were at school as well when this whole thing had happened. I remembered fondly our lunch together, the last time it seemed that any would be alive. What if the next familiar face I saw would be them? Or worse, what if they were alive but bitten? Could I bring myself to end their suffering? I avoided the question, deciding to deal with it if it ever came and hope it didn't. The thought they had grouped together and were simply looking for me comforted me, if only for a few naive minutes.
I slipped into the cafeteria and watched a few of the zombies move about. I had ended a few of the zombies earlier, and the rotting bodies still lay in their final resting place. I carefully skirted around the lives ones, snagged a bag of Welsh snacks from the broken vending machine and headed back towards the side hall with the Drama and Dance classrooms. My gaze drifted to a vent, frowning in thought. Were they always open? I must not have noticed. Curious, I climbed into the air duct and began to crawl through it. Perhaps someone was living here? It would be smart, but it could also be a bust. Who would think of something like living in an air vent? It seemed a little crazy, anyways.
Despite this, however, I knew better than to wallow in the grief. If I had any hope to survive, I had to steel my emotions and think of myself. I was weak with stamina and I had to rely on my strength and small size to carry me through. If I let myself falter, I would surely be dead. The hammer I had snagged from the lone construction class helped as well. But with these familiar and unfamiliar faces, I could always feel the unspoken question on my lips. My friends were at school as well when this whole thing had happened. I remembered fondly our lunch together, the last time it seemed that any would be alive. What if the next familiar face I saw would be them? Or worse, what if they were alive but bitten? Could I bring myself to end their suffering? I avoided the question, deciding to deal with it if it ever came and hope it didn't. The thought they had grouped together and were simply looking for me comforted me, if only for a few naive minutes.
I slipped into the cafeteria and watched a few of the zombies move about. I had ended a few of the zombies earlier, and the rotting bodies still lay in their final resting place. I carefully skirted around the lives ones, snagged a bag of Welsh snacks from the broken vending machine and headed back towards the side hall with the Drama and Dance classrooms. My gaze drifted to a vent, frowning in thought. Were they always open? I must not have noticed. Curious, I climbed into the air duct and began to crawl through it. Perhaps someone was living here? It would be smart, but it could also be a bust. Who would think of something like living in an air vent? It seemed a little crazy, anyways.
