(Sorry for poor punctuation use, I don't use semicolons on a regular basis)
Monday, November 26th,1 PA(post apocalypse)
The bus stopped, machine gun still smoking, outside a barricaded concrete building with big white letters spray painted on it saying "apocalypse school". So this is it Jacob thought, this is my new school. He picked his shotgun up from between his knees, lifted his backpack from his lap, and stepped off the bus into the chilly November air.
The guns rang out in something comparable to a melody, and for Ashley, it was a song. She lowered her favorite "instrument", an ash black AK47, and reloaded it. This was why she came to school early; the "music". The bell rang just as she slid her spent magazine into a pouch in her messenger bag, so she slung her Kalashnikov over her shoulder and walked to class, through a horde of zombies.
Trevor shambled to class, moaning from was like this every day of course; he was a zombie. As he slumped down in his chair in his third hour class he saw a face that looked vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't tell from where…..when he tried to remember all he could see was one image:
The world was tinted blood red. He was hungry, too hungry, more hungry than he thought possible. He need food .there was only one food. Flesh, fresh flesh .he charged the walls, somehow managing to scale them, and he could before him a wall of rusted metal. Behind it was flesh. He needed flesh. He charged the wall and put all his weight in forcing down a was better made than the rest of the. Suddenly a blade plunged through his head, and it all went dark.
The moaning reminded Ashley of days long past, in a far and distant land. She remembered the natural weight of a bolted together steel shield, and the moaning chorus as they pressed upon the shield wall the watchmen had formed, the dead seemed to sing thanksgiving songs, songs of feast, but that did seem fitting in the end, for the night was a massacre and a was odd that she was reminded of this specific instance, as she had dies in similar ways a thousand times, though maybe not to the same songs, and maybe that was why she remembered it, and maybe because thanksgiving had happened recently.
At the end of the day josh wondered how it didn't all fall apart, with zombies wandering around hungry, and humans armed, some with grudges to settle to boot.
(Sorry for the short chapter, but I made this in a time frame of 12:30am-1:50am off of a small inspiration from a few games I like)
