A hand grasped Hallie's arm stopping her from turning the knob any farther.
"What the hell are you doing!" Carson yelled.
"Shhhhh! If they hear us, then we're all dead! I can kill those two, now let me go!" Hallie whispered. She broke free of his grip, and returned to slowly turning the door knob. Another bigger walker limped over to feed on the corpse. Carson stepped in front of Hallie, blocking the door. She avoided his eyes and tried maneuvering her body around him.
"I can't let you go! Those things will kill you!" His voice sounded desperate.
"No they won't! I know what I'm doing. This isn't the first time I've done this!" She snapped.
He looked dumbfounded and Hallie quickly pushed past him. She took a step outside and looked down the hall.
Other walkers were trudging through the hallways, but Hallie focused on the largest one feasting on the girl. The others didn't even look up from their meal. She took in a ragged breath and raised her arms with the meter stick in hand.
The meter stick came crashing down, piercing into the big walker's skull. Dark blood gushed and the other two walkers stood up, and gaped at Hallie with lifeless eyes. Both started growling and limped hastily to her. The smaller one with long stringy hair that had faded to gray, reached her arms out. Hallie stabbed the roaring walker aiming for the brain.
Her flimsy weapon snapped, still stuck in the head of the walker. The last of the bloody creatures clumsily ran into Hallie, desperately snapping its teeth together to gorge on her flesh. She had no weapon, no way to protect herself. Her heart violently thudded inside of her chest and the panic filled her mind, taking the place of all logical thoughts. The walker was getting closer and closer to ripping through her skin, only being restrained by Hallie's arms.
Abruptly, something shoved the walker off of Hallie, and it tumbled onto the ground. She whipped her head around and Carson was standing by her side wide eyed, with a chair in his hands. He didn't hesitate to attack the walker, bringing the chair smashing into his target. He didn't stop beating the Walker until there was nothing left of the once human face.
Hallie forced the fear away as she stared at the four bodies in the hallway. Carson was kneeling down next to the walker, breathing heavily. He craned his neck to look at Hallie, sadness had replaced the fear in his eyes.
"That was Valerie," he said through clenched teeth. His eyes were glancing at the girl, who the walkers devoured. Valerie was Carson's younger sister. They had always shared a closer bond than most siblings, helping each other through their parents divorce made their kinship unbreakable. He washed away all traces of sadness and replaced it with blazing fury. He stood up and marched towards the walkers down the hall, carrying the chair in front of him. He strode up to a crawling rotter and bashed in its head with his foot.
Hallie still stood next to Valerie's corpse in shock. Every one of the undead she had seen killed or even killed herself, she had never personally known them but that all changed with the half eaten girl lying before her. Her body began to violently shake.
'No!,' Hallie thought to herself. 'I can't do this now!' She watched Carson as a walker threw its self onto him, but he was quick and pushed it to the wall. He rammed the chair into its neck, missing the brain. It's arms were thrashing, trying to reach his blood. A group walkers hobbled around the corner and approached Carson rapidly. Hallie's eyes widened at the increasing number of the pack.
"Carson!" She screamed. She raced to protect him, but all her efforts were in vain. A walker clamped down on his shoulder, shooting blood everywhere. He wailed in pain as more and more attacked him and Hallie stopped in her tracks, horrified. Tears welled in her eyes, but she strained to hold them back. She knew she had to get out while she had the chance.
Hallie turned around to the classroom and the students who were hiding there had disappeared. A window leading to outside was broken and Hallie swiftly climbed out. Her leg brushed up against a rugged piece of glass, tearing her skin. She suppressed a shriek, as blood gushed from the gash. She didn't look at her wound, but limped as fast as the pain would allow, heading for her truck.
She finally reached the faded blue ford and fumbled through her jean pockets for the key. Hallie shoved the key in and pulled the door open. She hopped in the cab and shut the door behind her. Her breath came in heavy puffs as she inspected her leg. Panic swept through her whole body.
Bright red blood poured from the gash, making her whole leg covered in the sticky fluid. Hallie searched for anything to help slow the bleeding, her eyes caught a shirt and she quickly tied it to form a tourniquet. She realized it would need stitches, but something in her sensed doctors would not be easy to find anymore. She started the truck and headed for her apartment. Soon Lexington would be overrun from the school outbreak, and she had to get out before it was too late.
She speeded the whole way home, forcing herself to not think about the horrible things she would begin to face once she left this town. She bursted into her apartment, and ran straight to her bedroom, ignoring the screaming pain from her leg. Hallie rapidly packed a backpack with random pieces of clothing. She pulled a handgun, that her father had insisted she have and two boxes of ammunition out of her dresser. She limped to her closet and carried a hunting rifle to the bed and set it next to her backpack. She grabbed other essentials and went to the kitchen. Hallie packed as much food and water as she could into another bag. She didn't know how long the food would last, but she figured she could stop at a store to get more when the time came.
Her leg was becoming increasingly more painful with each step she took. The t-shirt was already soaked through, so she carefully removed the shirt. She dug through the bathroom cabinets until she found a bottle if peroxide and braced herself as she slowly poured it onto the wound. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as the stinging elevated in pain. The stinging ever so slowly subsided and she wrapped a towel into a tourniquet.
She carried her backpack, the food, and her guns, and walked out the door, without looking back.

As she drove down the highway, Hallie didn't think about where she was going cause she had no idea. She had no plan, she was just focusing on getting out of Lexington. She couldn't watch all the people she knew and grew up with turn into terrifying canibals. Defending herself from walkers would be easier when she didn't used to personally know them.
Her silky light brown hair blew behind her from the rolled down window. Hallie turned on the radio to hopefully take her mind off of the school outbreak. A country station was playing and she kept increasing the volume until she couldn't hear herself think. But no matter how loud the radio was, it wouldn't stop her from picturing Carson being ripped apart. That was the exact reason why she wanted to kill those walkers alone, so no one would get hurt. Instead he was dead, and she had no idea what happened to the other students on her class. Her mind flashed to her family. She prayed that they would have enough sense to escape before the whole town came victims to the dead.
Hallie's mind was so wrapped up in her thoughts, despite the blaring radio that she almost didn't see the small group of walkers trudging across the road. She sucked in air and slammed on the brakes. Her truck was moving too fast and didn't have enough time to slow. Instinctively, she swerved off the road to avoid hitting the herd. Her truck flew into the ditch on the side of the road. It collided into a tree and Hallie's head smashed into the steering wheel.

All right so tell me what you think! I'll have Chapter 3 posted tomorrow. I'm still trying to get a hang of this so please tell me how to improve.