Summary: Rick's group isn't the only one in the world trying to survive. When everything began happening Nore was in school and was trapped inside. Now after a day, she and the eight other teens trapped in the school must fight their way past walkers that used to be friends and family. Do these teens have any chance of surviving?

So this is my first every Walking Dead story and I hope everyone likes it. I've taken in as many OC's as I knew I could control so hopefully the story isn't too crowded.

I know I said that this takes place in 2012, but the show started in 2010 so lets start from there.

If you want to see character mini-bios and Face Claims go to my profile. I do not own Walking Dead.


Week 1:
Day 1 of Outbreak Pt.1


"So on Monday we left our presentations off with Mr. Wendell." The English teacher began as he scanned her eyes over the group of bored looking sophomores. "Today we'll continue with Ms. Willows." Her eyes stopped on the light brown skinned girl sitting in the corner of the classroom staring out of the window. "Eleanor."

"Yeah?" The girl asked turning away from the window and noticed all eyes on her.

"Your presentation." She nodded and pulled her five page report out of her bag and smoothed it out seeing as it looked like someone had crumpled it up into a little ball before getting out of her seat and going up to the front of the class to stand in front of her teachers desk.

"My name's Nore and my presentation is on the book The Forsaken." She began before looking down at her paper. "The Forsaken is a book about a dystopian future which, lets face it, is what all books are about these days, am I right?" She asked and a few of the students let out little chuckles.

"The book centers around a girl named Alenna Shawcross. She's sixteen years old and a ward of the government because her parents-" But Nore was cut off when suddenly someone not in the classroom screamed.
Everyone rushed over to the window realizing that the scream had come from outside and Nore was at the front. She looked and saw dozens of students running towards the school as people with serious limps with injuries chased them slowly.

Suddenly a girl fell and one of the people who were chasing her fell on top of her and started biting into her shoulder. She let out a blood curdling scream and more people began biting and ripping her apart.

The students around Nore began gasping and screaming, but all she could do was cover her mouth in shock and back away from the window.

"Mrs. Rhodes!" A student called, but the woman seemed just as horrified as everyone else.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Nore heard that just in time to move out of the way as a girl with dark brown hair tied into a ponytail and light brown skin dressed in a beige and white striped, scoop neck long sleeved button down shirt and a pair of ripped skinny blue jeans threw up onto the floor where Nore's feet had been a moment ago.

Suddenly the door opened and Nore turned to see her French, Ms. Blake teacher holding the door open as she ushered students into the classroom.

"Erica what's going on?" Mrs. Rhodes asked going over to the other teacher.

"I have no idea." Ms. Blake said sounding like she had just run a mile. "People just came in and started…"

"Started what?" Mrs. Rhodes asked, but Ms. Blake just ran her hand through her long red hair as she tried to catch her breath. Seeing that her teachers were just as freaked and clueless as everyone else Nore decided to step in and help calm everyone.

"Hey, Jessica." Nore said calling to the blonde Sophomore who was only a few feet away from her. "Can you help her sit down?" She asked gesturing to the brunette who had just thrown up all over the floor. Jessica nodded and began ushering the girl to a desk. "You," She said pointing to a brunette boy who had just come in with Ms. Blake. "Help me shut the blinds."

He didn't argue and did as told and went to the other end of the windows as Nore began letting down the blinds on the windows nearest to her.

Suddenly there was a lot of screaming coming from the hall and outside startling everyone in the English literature classroom. Ms. Blake quickly shut and locked the door preventing anyone else from getting inside.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Rhodes demanded. "There are students out there!"

"And so are the things that are killing them!" Ms. Blake exclaimed back. "I have no idea what's going on out there, but there's something freaking happening! I came back from my lunch break and saw Rodney Fisher eating Darren Hastings!"

"Oh God!" Someone cried and Nore turned and saw a girl with short blonde hair that she recognized as Emma Hastings. "Darren's dead? What the hell is going on?!" She screamed and one of her friends held her as she cried.

"I don't know sweetie." Ms. Blake said. "But until it's over we need to all stay inside of this room and stay as quiet as possible."

And so that's what they did.

It wasn't easy staying in the room and being quiet. A lot of the people had parents and young siblings they were worried about, Nore had a younger brother of her own and wondered if he was with their mom.
It got increasingly harder and harder to sit and do nothing when people came banging on the doors begging to be let it and they all felt a pang of sadness, fear and guilt rack their bodies when they'd hear the screams of all the students they rejected.

Ten hours had gone past and it was past midnight, according to Nore's phone when someone finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Let me out." Emma Hastings said pulling away from her friend. "I have to go find my parents."

"It's pitch black out there." Nore said grabbing her hand as she passed. "Do you honestly think you're gonna find your parents out there on your own?"

"Well looking is better than sitting here on my ass." Emma said ripping her arm away.

"At least wait until it's light outside." A boy requested. "You don't know what's out there right now."

Emma shook her head. "I need to get to my mom and dad." She said. "They're probably worried sick about me."

"I'm pretty sure all of our parents are worried wondering where the hell we are." The boy told her. "But if you go out there now you'll end up dead."

"Well I'm not going to sit around here." Emma said before leaving the classroom and Nore knew she was as good as dead when the door clicked shut.

"Where are you going?" Ms. Blake asked Mrs. Rhodes got up from her seat.

"I'm not gonna let her go out there alone." Mrs. Rhodes said, but didn't give anyone a chance to stop her before she too left the room.

It was about five minutes when they heard the screams and Nore had to squeeze her eyes shut to stop herself from crying.

Not many of them managed to stay awake, just Nore, Ms. Blake, two of the girls and a few of the other boys.

Nore was sitting against the teachers desk with her head lowered between her knees and her arms folded when she heard sniffling. She lifted her head and saw the black girl who had almost thrown up on sitting under the windows, sniffling as she tried to get her emotions under control.
Feeling an overwhelming amount of sympathy, Nore got up with a sigh before going over to the girl and sitting next to her.

The girl looked at her, but Nore didn't say anything before reaching into the pocket of her blue jean jacket and pulling out a pack of mint gum and held it out to the girl who took one.

"I'm Nore." She started.

"Bridget." The girl replied looking down. "I'm sorry for almost throwing up on you." Nore shook her head.

"Normally I'd still be bitching you out, but I think forgiveness is in order considering you saw someone being eaten." Nore told her. "Are you okay?"

Bridget shook her head. "I'm sacared." She admitted. "I wanna think that everything's fine and we'll all be fine, but I don't think that's the case this time."

"It's not." Nore told her. "It's past midnight and if everything was fine our parents would've already come for us, but at least we know why. People are eating each other and we're locked inside of a classroom on the third floor of our school. Things couldn't be less fine."

"Do you think they're dead?" Bridget asked and Nore looked at her. "Our families."

Nore sighed. "I wanna say no. I'm sitting here with cannibles right outside the door and all I can hope is that my little brother is safe somewhere with our parents." Nore pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and unlocked the screen before pulling up a picture of her and her brother she had taken the night before. "His names Theodore, but everyone calls him Teddy."

"He's cute." Bridget said with a smile as she looked at the little boys picture. "I'v got two young brothers; MJ and Bradley. I'd show you a pictures, but I left my phone at home." Nore notice that he thinking about her home just made her even sadder.

"Why don't you try to sleep?" Nore suggested, but Bridget shook her head.

"If I do I'll just have a nightmare." She said. "For some reason when I try to stay positive my brain thinks of the worst things imaginable."

Nore didn't know why she did it, maybe it was to make Bridget feel better, maybe it was to make herself feel better, but she pulled her knees up to her chest and took hold of Bridgets hand that was sitting on her jean covered knee.

"I have no idea what's going on out there," Nore started. "But I know that if we don't want to die we're gonna have to stay together as friends."

Bridget nodded and not a moment later one of the boys who had been sitting against the wall next to the computers got up and sat on the other side of Bridget, but didn't say anything.

"This is Ryland." Bridget told Nore. "He's my friend, but he can't hear that well. He's deaf in his left ear."

"Why isn't he saying anything?" Nore asked looking over at the the black haired boy.

"He's...a man of few words."

Hours passed and soon the sun came back up. As people woke up they began leaving, some by themselves, but most in pairs and groups.
Ms. Blake was one of the first to leave, she wanted to get to her car so she could go get her daughter from daycare, but promised she'd be back for the rest of them.

Soon almost everyone was gone. It was nine in the morning and the only ones left in in room 315 were Nore, Ryland, Bridget and three other students.

"I don't think we can hold off on this any longer." Nore said quietly looking to Bridget who had her head on Rylan's shoulder. "We should go now and see if our parents are still here in town."

"How?" Bridget asked lifting her head and Ryland turned his head to heard them with his good ear. "Ryland and I don't have cars and it's not like we can just walk."

"I have a truck." Nore told her. "Front and back seats and extra room in the bed."

"We're not just walking out there and getting eaten." Ryland said surprising Nore. His voice was lighter than what she expected. "We need something to protect ourselfs with."

"Nice of you to finally join the conversation Helen Keller." Nore said, but he didn't seem offended. Nore got up and went over to Mrs. Rhodes desk before going into her right drawer and producing a set of keys, then she went to the large cabinet near the door before unlocking it with the key.

"Jackpot." She murmured before turning back to Ryland and Bridget. "First day of school Mrs. Rhodes always brings in a pinata for her homeroom and always forgets to give the bats back to the gym teacher."

Ryland and Bridget stood from their spots by the windows and walking over to Nore as she picked up two aluminum bats and gave one to Ryland who silently took it.

Nore lookd over to the students who hadn't left yet. "We're leaving to find our parents. I've got plenty of room in my truck if you all want to come."

Two of them shook their heads, but the last one, a boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes wearing a stripped light and dark red tank top with black slim jeans. He had a cross neckless around his neck and navy polo shoes on his feet.

"I'll come." He said getting up and the one girl in the group scoffed.

"Seriously Chris?" She asked. "You don't know them. They could be killers for all you know."

"Yeah, because the girl who almost threw up on me when she saw someone get eaten alive is totally a murderer in disguise." Nore said crossing her arms.

"I've got to find my parents." The boy, Chris told her. "She's offering a ride, you should accept it."

"I don't know her and neither do you." The girl said getting up. "Stay here, my dad's going to come for us."

"I can't take the chance that my parents will still be here when he finally does." Chris said. "I'm sorry Bailey, but I'm going with them." He took her hand and gave it a squeeze before letting it go and went to Nore who handed them a bat before grabbing the last one from the cabinet and turning to Bridget.

"Stay behind me and Ryland." She instructed. "We're officially friends now and I don't want to see my friend get eaten."

Ryland opened the door as quietly as he could and the group nearly threw up at what they saw.

There was blood everywhere. On the floors, on the walls and the hall was littered with abandoned backpacks, coats and other things.

"I think I'm gonna be sick again." Bridget said clamping a hand over her mouth.

"I think it's best if you tried to hold it in." Chris told her. "Breath through your mouth, not your nose."

Nore took a deep breath and took a glance at Ryland before turning back to the disturbing scene that was the hallway.

They walked down the hallway as fast as they could while still being quiet which got a little loud when Bridget threw up again when she slipped and fell in the bloody gush tha remained of a student or teacher.

"Bridge calm down." Ryland told her when she began to breath heavily as she tried to wipe the blood off of her shirt.

"I-I-I can't." She stuttered. "Get it off me, just please get it off me!" She pleaded as quietly as she could. Chris looked around before spotting the sign for the girls bathroom.

"Come on." He said putting his hand on Bridget's back and ushering her into the bathroom with Nore and Ryland following.

On the other side of the school things were a little less calmer.

A girl, no more than seventeen, with bright red hair and and blue eyes was running, trying not ot get eaten by her lab partner.

After the other students came in screaming and trying to get away from the people eating other people, she and her partner Brittany had locked themselves in the second floor Geometry class, but not before Brittany got bit on the shoulder. She had insisted she'd be fine, but soon she got hot and could barely move.
That was yesterday, suddenly she had stopped breathing and woke up.

She thought that was a good thing, until Brittany tried to bite her.

Now here she was running. She went up to the third floor and honestly hadn't thought that Brittany would be able to get up the stairs considering ten minutes ago she couldn't even lift her head, but she was wrong.

Normally she would've been able to run a lot faster than a zombie, but not with her injury.

She had been been dancing around the living room a few weeks ago while her father played the guitar and jumped onto the table only to fall off and break her leg.
She had just gotten the cast taken off and now had a black boot strapped to her leg so it was safe to say she wasn't running as fast as she normally would.

She took a right and forced herself to go faster before taking a right.

Soon she figured she lost Brittany and stopped to lean against a wall and catch her breath. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Just yesterday she had been helping her mother with the dinner rush at the diner the family owned and now she was running away from freaking zombies.

She was startled out of her mind when she heard something moved and quickly turned to see the body of a dead teacher move.
She was just about to high tail it out of there when she realized that it wasn't the body that had moved, but the door behind it. Somebody was inside and trying to get out.

She hesitantly walked closer to the door just as it moved again and took a deep breath. "Hello?" She asked quietly.

"Hey!" A voice from inside yelled startling her yet again. "Is someone out there?! Let me out!"

"Shh!" She shushed furiously getting closer to the door. "Shut the hell up!" She whispered. "Are you trying to get me killed?!"

"Killed?" The voice asked, but lowered it's volume.

"Just...hold on." She said. "I'm gonna help you."

She reluctantly went to the front of the body and grabbed it's feet before slowly pulling it away from the door which wasn't easy. It was heavier than it looked.

"Okay," She said quietly. "Open the door."

Slowly the door opened and a head of black hair poked out of the doorway before the rest of his body.

He was a few inches taller than her with short cut black hair and tanned skin. He was obviously Asian, what part of it she didn't know.

"Oh my God." He said putting his hand over his mouth when he spotted the body and then looked around taking note of blood on the floor. "What happened?"

"Our school kinda got infested with...zombies." She said picking at her fingers. It was a nervous habit she had been trying to break. "I've been stuck here for a day."

"Zombies?" He asked, clearly not believing her. "Zombie infested Westmore?" She nodded.

"Do you believe me?" She asked and he looked around at the blood still looking a little sick, but it was when he looked behind her did his eyes widen.

"I don't really have a choice." He said and she turned around to see Brittany quickly limping towards them.

"Run." She said grabbing the boys hand and pulling him away. They ran down another hallway before quickly ducking into a classroom.

"Was that a-"

"Zombie?" She finished looking out of the small window in the door. "Yeah. You're taking this a lot better than I thought someone would." When he didn't say anything she turned to look at him, only to see that he was staring silently at whatever was in the classroom. "What is i-" But stopped when she turned and saw what he was looking at.

They were inside of the music room and it was not pretty. There was blood, guts and other mushy stuff all over the chairs and stands and bloody handprints on the walls and windows. It was taking all either of them had not to throw up.

"Watch out!" Next thing she knew, she had been pushed onto the ground and hit her head on the linoleum floor.

She hissed and grabbed the back of her head before sitting up to see that the boy was on the ground himself with a zombie on top of him that was trying to bite him.

She gasped and scrambled back until she hit something small and hard behind her. She turned around and saw that it was a brass flute and looked back to where the boy was still struggling with the zombie.

He groaned when the zombie pushed itself harder on top of him and could barely hold the weight of it. His arm was about to collaspe when he heard a yell and something slammed down on the back of the zombie's head.

It snarled and fell off of him, but the redheaded girl kept yelling every time she slammed down the flute of the zombie's head until it was unrecognizable as a face.

She panted and dropped the flute before looking up at him, neither of them knowing what to say.

"I'm Caleb." He said and she let out a weak, breathy chuckle as if that were funny.

"Smith." She breathed.


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