I lied I had a sudden inspiration from the walking dead
…I steered my world towards certain death…
Thunder boomed and crackled. The door to roof creaked as I opened, I pushed it fully open and the hinges broke off. It cracked in half as soon as it hit the pavement. I might've cringed earlier at the sound, but now there wasn't any point as this would become a war zone in a few minutes. I figured if the Nif's (Non-Friendlies=Nif) were all coming here they would streamline in masses and they would probably cover escape routes on the ground. So, the only way to escape would be by running along the rooftop like spider-man.
I got the rope and bat, which I had found in the gym storage room, out. You would be surprised at what you can make being under stress, and a few materials. Well, the idea was simple enough, if it worked. I tied the end of the bat with the rope and hoped for the best that there conveniently happened to be an antenna strong enough. I started whirling my new climbing gear, hurled…and missed. I tried two more times. I cursed again as I failed my latest attempt, I started pulling the bat up again when it slipped and clanged to ground below. I gaped at what just happened. My luck couldn't be this bad. The bat and the rope were only two things that I make use with, everything else was a plastic, and most of the bats were gone I found this one after exploring the country known as useless junk. Even junk had its uses but the plastic that I saw in there was next to just hopeless. I should've just run out onto the streets howling like mad man and just taken my chances. To my left something moaned. I walked to the edge of the roof and saw a number of them moaning. I heard some moaning in front of the school, I turned, and actually considered hurling myself off the roof after seeing the view. There were hundreds of them, all moaning, growling and rasping. In every direction there were at least hundreds, if not thousands, of the undead tripping and gaping at the school. I nearly had a heart attack trying to process them all. My eyes were showing me despair and I didn't want to believe it was happening. I couldn't die here; no way was I dying here. Everything became numb, until the only thing I could feel was the weight of the rope in my hand.
Suddenly I realized something, slowly but surely an idea formed in my head. I realized that I didn't need an anchor; I could just make a loop and throw that. I felt stupid for not thinking it earlier. I started making a cowboy style knot. After finishing it the best I could, I checked its strength. I then proceeded to try one more time. I let it fly and…missed. I tried a few more times but I couldn't reach it. I heard a loud bang below which I guessed were the front doors. I kept at it got close once but never got it on the antennae. I could hear the moans from the stairs to the roof. It was barred but it could easily be brought down, and from the amount of undead that were swarming up here. I don't it would hold for even two seconds. Changing plans I tried to think of another way to get off the roof. I looked down towards the balcony and judged the distance and height. At this height I might have made it but it was too far. The moaning was a lot closer now; I swear my heart was trying to kill itself just to put itself out of its misery. I looked around the roof to see if I could use something. There was pipe behind me, jammed in the middle of the roof. I plan started to form in my mind, my thoughts were commanding me to stop the plan as they knew it was insane, and they knew when I planned something it was nearly impossible to stop me. I tied one end of the rope to the pipe and hoped for the best it wouldn't break. I walked to the other side to get me some running space. The door to the roof exploded and the door falling over the edge.
Knowing I wouldn't have a second chance. I ran. The zombies were already moving when the door was down. They were half way across the roof. Three of the arms were really close to grabbing me. Instinctively, I grabbed the machete and sliced of the outstretched hands, and kept going. The edge was a foot away, when one thought wormed its way through, no going back now. I jumped.
I seemed to hang there for a moment before I felt the wind blow through my hair. It pleasant but it changed directions within the moment. I fear replaced my pleasant sensation as gravity started pulling me back down. I was falling down headed for the balcony but some instinct warned me that I was too far away. I stretched my hand out willing it to reach the railing. My fingers were only two inches away, two inches too far. I fell.
I started to fall straight for the mob. Without warning the winds changed directions again. I could feel myself being swung back, the rope I was gripping biting into my skin. When I got to the high point of the arc I looked up and saw the zombies suspended in mid-air, just at the edge of the roof. Swinging forward they started falling behind missing me a hair's breath. Nearing the high point of this arc, I calculated the timing. A moment before I got there I let go.
I flew forward, sensing weightless for an instant. I could see the railing come to me in slow-motion. Abruptly, slamming into me,all the breath being knocked out of my body, I felt pain spread through my body, . I coughed hard. Almost fell again, but managed to haul myself over with the last remaining reserves of energy. I had a sudden image of spider-man, giving me a thumbs-up with ridiculously huge thumbs, that I almost died right there from laughter right there. I guess I felt so much fear this was a way for me to release all the tension. I got up, massaging my ribs I felt the pain subside a bit. I felt better after finding out all my limbs were in there right places. At once I felt something wrong, my skin crawling I realized that there wasn't any music playing and all dead had become quiet. I stood as still as a crowd holding their breath for those once in lifetime moments. The zombies all swiveled their heads in my directions, some literally moving only their heads. Then they all roared in one single moment, and quelled any confidence I had about living. If that wasn't enough they all streaming to the last sound they heard, my laughter.