Sam made the first move toward the double doors. He tried to open them, but they were locked, a possible good sign. I examined the school. No windows were broken, nothing left unlocked, everything untouched. It looked as if it was the weekend besides the overgrown foliage and rusted fence.

"Sabrin, we need someone to jump over and investigate" Sam said. I glared at him. "so your implying that i do it?" I asked with a tad bit of attitude. None of us ever want to do anything, and i always get stuck with the dirty jobs. "Well, your the most capable, good in combat, and have a better aim than me and Megan combined" he said. All that was very true. I was meant for the zombies. "Fine." I sighed, securing a gun over my shoulder. I grabbed my knife and scaled the rusty bar fence. I let myself silently drop to the groiund, only breathing once i knew i had made it over safely. I looked around, no walkers. I slowly inched toward the the end of the building, knife drawn. Before i turned the corner, i looked back, only to see that Megan and Sam were pre-occupied with throwing pebbles at each other. Wonderful, glad to know i'll be missed. I took a deep breathe and peeped my head around the corner, expecting the worst. Nothing. Not a single soul. I walked along th back wall, searching for a way to get in. The door i came across was locked, but i found an open window. It was dark inside, I shined my flashlight around the room, jumping when it landed on a pair of was only a cat. Its green eyes peared back at me with curiosity. I held the flashlight on it, and caught a glimpse of a collar that said "Todd". He slinked into the hallway outside the door slowly, orange fur brushing against the thing.

I climbed through the window, landing in a puddle of rain water. The classroom looked to be for kindergarden, it had painted hands like turkeys on the wall. Suddenly, i was in the dinning room of my home, sitting at our large dinning room table.I sat between my twin brothers, Jimmy and Jackson. My dad was at the head of the table carving a turkey, my mom at the other head, feeeding my year-old sister Jamie, who was throwing mashed potatos at three yer-old Ashley. But Sarah sat quietly, brushing her barbie's hair. She had been obsessed with the thing since her sith birthday earlier in the week.

My hand rose and touched the turkey with her name on it. My mother made the investment for my brothers and Sarah to go here. This was her classroom. I let my teary eyes wander to the class family tree they had made on the wall. There was our family photo, everyone dressed in shades of red. I tore it off and shoved it in my pocket, then moved on.