Here I am sitting in History, doodling in my notebook. I guess I should be paying attention, but whatever. Who needs history, anyways? It's in the past, it already happened. Who cares? My teacher, Ms. Johnson, is going on and on about about the Civil War or something, and I honestly could care less. This class goes on forever. It's the longest class of the day, or at least it feels like it. I wish something would happen so I could leave. Maybe a tornado or an earthquake or something.

"Wendy," Ms. Johnson called from somewhere in the room. "Would you care to tell the class what year the Civil War ended?" I looked up from my notebook and saw her standing two feet away from me, her wrinkles glowing under the crappy school lights.

"Um..." Fuck. I need some kind of answer, quick. The rest of the class was staring at me, all with looks of evil in their eyes, knowing I never pay attention.

All of a sudden, we all hear screams coming from the hallways. Ms. Johnson brushed it off, and scoffed at me, knowing I didn't know the answer. Soon enough, the principal's voice came over the loudspeaker and began talking.

"We are now under lockdown, I repeat; we are now under lockdown. This is not a drill. Do not open any doors or windows no matter what." After she finished speaking, more screams were heard coming from the loudspeaker. "Oh dear Lord, help us."

All of the kids in my class hid against walls and under tables and desks, just like we were taught to do during a lockdown. The screams weren't stopping, and they could still be heard from the hallways. Ms. Johnson locked the door and covered the windows with the shades. Someone was having a panic attack in one of the corners, and Ms. Johnson and some other kids were trying to calm her down. Everyone was freaking out, and none of us had any idea of what the fuck was going on.

There was banging on the door. I wasn't going to just sit there and wait for whoever it was that was out there to get in. I opened up one of the windows, and one of the kids in my class, Alex, had the same idea. I stopped moving when I saw what was going on outside.

"Wendy, we have to go- NOW!" Alex yelled at me when I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't move, this looked like a scene from a horror movie, am I dreaming? No, this can't be happening. No. I felt a smack on my face, and I returned back to reality.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled at him when I snapped back to what was going on. Then I realised we needed to move. "Shit. Thanks."

We started running, and didn't stop. Our school yard was full of students moaning and limping around. But they didn't look like the students I went to school with. They looked dead, and their faces had a look of hunger on them. Someone else from my classroom decided to run, and one of those things outside got a hold of him, and started chewing on his neck. I stopped running, and I fell to the ground, crying.

"Wendy!" Alex called from somewhere in the distance, and the next thing I knew, I was being lifted into the air. I looked up and saw that Alex had picked me up bridal style and started running. I held onto his neck and buried my face into his chest and started to cry. And that's when I knew exactly what was going on.

A/N

so this fic sucks compared to my danisnotonfire fic. it's been over a year bleh. comments and suggestions would be greaty appreciated bc honestly i have no idea where to go with this and i may just delete it