The world had gone to shit. A few short years ago this elementary school would have had the aspiration of creating some of the most intelligent young people who would have been destined to try and make a difference in a big world of harsh politics, ever changing science and business. Those commodities were very small nowadays.
The building was now torn of most of its cladding, it's architectural beams on show to the world. Glass panels if any remained were smashed and cracked and the dark asphalt of which would have once upon a time been a recreational area was now being reclaimed by the strongest of forces. Nature. A few mobile buildings littered the lot in varying fashions but the main building; it's bowels on show to the world, it stood tall in a intimidating and haunting fashion.
Paper was strewn across the hallways, periodically skittering about in the light breeze through the now defeated front doors, hanging limp on the hinges, beaten into submission by the forces of what happened so long ago.
Down the wide and winding corridors numerous doors loomed on either sides, some open revealing there sparse content of desks thrown in a haphazard fashions, and chairs and stools bent beyond recognition, fallout from the disaster that happened here, that happened everywhere. Others along the hall way were barricaded shut with filing cabinets, lockers anything that was heavy enough to keep what lurked inside.
The weather had been forgiving for the most part during the fall, it had been mild and sunny with very few showers, the nights were cold but forgiving during these desperate times, however today a grey sky loomed ominously above threatening a storm its belly rumbling with a hunger to wreak havoc on the forgotten elementary.
Passing down the winding labyrinth of corridors you could hear it. The sound that made even the most of strong men's blood run cold, the smell often hit you first, and with that you'd be better of hitting the ground running. That's what Gina Moore did. Hunched up in the janitors closet the racking that once housed cleaning chemicals had been dragged and shoved up against the door. The raspy moans of the dead pounding the wood behind the baracade. She didn't even get a chance to look at them, but knew they were long lost souls of this school, the worlds oysters, the fruit of the future – long forgotten, the same as this god forsaken place.
Gina was young, in her mid twenties her hair was dark and hung just above her strong shoulders and she was athletic looking in stature. She wore a black tank top and dark green combat pants she acquired, surplus to requirement from one of the dead. After having a run in with a barbwire fence not so long ago, shredding her old attire, and a fair portion of the skin on her leg with it, at the time it was her only option. On her feet she wore a brown pair of walking boots, long past it, but comfortable. Around her waist was tied a green plaid shirt. Breathing heavily as she sat on the floor, her knees up in front of her and elbows resting on top of them. Her hands covering her face masking her frustration. Gina let out a long irritated sigh and chanced a glance at the doors with her green eyes.
"Jeez, Can you guys just give me a break! I'm trying to think in here!" she spat in a southern accent at the noise the dead were making, just exasperating the situation and making them moan more. 'She should have gone left, not right,' she thought. Scolding herself and rolling her head back to look at the ceiling, pissed at herself for getting into this situation.
Beside her, laid with his head between his paws was a blue and white American Pitbull Terrier and sensing her frustration lifted his head and growled knowingly at the door. "Easy Boss," she soothed, placing a hand on his head and roughing the spot between his ears. The dog was smattered with small scars, and his left ear lay crooked, but he was healthy and strong and doted on the women next to him completely. 'The only man who stuck around' she would often muse to her amusement and he protected her well too, they made the perfect team.
Gina rolled her shoulders and got to her feet picking up her climbing axe. Once upon a time she used this to scale mountains, not blow the brains out of the dead, but with resources low and no need for weapons previous to the outbreak it was the first thing she grabbed when the armed forces evacuated her town, smashing her life to pieces. She paced across the dusty tiled floor, Boss sat up and just stared at her devotedly and she couldn't help but smile at her best, and only friend.
"What are we gunna do huh, got ourselves into a bit of a hole haven't we?" She said to him, as if he would speak back, but of course he didn't but his tail gave a slight wag dusting the floor behind him with it. She chuckled to herself but her concentration snapped to commotion breaking out outside the door separating her from the dead. Her heart jumped a beat and Boss spun round to face the door giving another low grumble, the hairs along his spine standing up. Gina crouched to his side and hushed him, her eyes locked on the door. And the moans quietened, she could hear the 'Walkers' shuffle at their feet and turn heading back down the corridor.
With haste Gina moved to the door and pushed the racking blocking it across the floor, its metal legs letting out an audible screech and she hesitated at the noise and shuddered slightly, waiting to hear the walkers come back, but they didn't and with that small amount of reassurance, she gave it another push moving it clear of the door. With an uncertain shaky hand she grabbed the handle and using her leg she blocked Boss from it, the door creaked as she turned the handle and opening it just enough for her to see, she peered out through the crack. Colour draining from her already pale complexion she snapped it shut again. "Shit," she whispered dragging the dog back by the rope she fashioned into a collar for him. Someone was coming, and not the dead kind, and sometimes in this harsh word, the living kind, were far worse than the dead kind.
It felt like an eternity waiting for that door handle to turn. Gina could feel her heart threating to jump out of her chest, crouching down beside Boss she wrapped her right arm around his middle, her left hand still clutching at his rope collar and piercing the endless silence, a sharp, high pitch whistle, resonating itself through the empty building, the pitch alternating from high to low, and repeated. Gina gulped, she was in trouble, and she knew it.
Thank you to anyone who take's there time to read this. This is the first fan fic i've ever written and I truly hope I do the story some justice. Please leave a review if you like it, or give any criticism for my writing style or format. I'm more than happy to take on any advice or any idea's on where people think I should go with this.