Crawl

by AstheDeer

A short story I wrote for English last year. Thirty years into the future as the world is ravaged by anther war, student struggle to make it out alive.

This is an assignment wrote for English last year. I hope you like it.

Crawl

I stared at the clock as another long day of classes continued. I sighed and ignored the teacher as she spoke monotonously about something I didn't care to learn.

Suddenly an annoying buzzing sound came over the speaker, startling me out of my half speak. I got up and started to make my way to the shelter, copying my actions from the bomb drill only two days prior.

But as I was leaving my seat, a nasal, high pitched voiced, laced with fear came over the speaker, "This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill-". She was cut off by a quick grenade that blasted the floor above us. Those of us, who hadn't reached the shelter, fell to the floor. I struggled to make my way to the shelter on all fours, keeping an eye out for Edward on the way.

I finally found him as another bomb dropped, filling the classroom with noxious gas. We struggled to make our way to the back of the classroom where the shelter was propped open for the last of the survivors. I felt my lungs fill with gas, and I had to stop so I could cough. I looked Edward, he had stopped too.

I was delirious, I knew it. So, I stopped, by a desk to rest my eyes for a just moment. Then, there was only heat as the world exploded around me and the lid to the shelter dropped closed.