Ch 3: 2 Hours
It was after my little meltdown that I realized I had a cellphone. I suppose that no one ever bothered to use them in Hollywood movies because that would be too smart. Checking my contacts, I scrolled down to "Carebear" and began typing her a message.
"Are you still here? Are you okay?"
I wrapped my arms around my legs and waited for a response. And as I did, I began typing another, this time to my mom.
"Mom!"
A text came from her rather quickly.
"Liv! You're okay? Stefan and - are headed over the school to come get you."
"No no no! Don't come here. Ms. Guerra is here with me. Get to somewhere safe. I'll be okay with her."
I didn't get a response after that, at least from her. Ms. Guerra, however, did reply.
"Are you hurt?" she responded. "I'm fine. I'm in the library. Where are you?"
Typing frantically, I breathed out a sigh of relief. I wasn't the only one here, then.
"Not hurt. I'm in your room. What are we going to do, now?"
She replied not ten seconds later.
"Stay there. I'm coming."
And so I waited. My mind must have started to wander because the next thing I knew, she was bolting into the room without a single noise. I nearly yelled.
"C'mon," she said quickly. "We gotta go." Ms. Guerra motioned for me to get up, checking the hallway again as she did.
I stood up quickly after that. Perhaps a bit too quickly. My head spun.
Motioning again, she beckoned me to follow her, and so I did. We exited her classroom with quiet feet, darting about like maniacs while trying to keep silent at the same time. So far, the school seemed devoid of zombies. But, nothing was for sure.
We sprinted down the two side staircases by her room and over towards the cafeteria. After that, we made our way towards the little theatre and out the nearest exit. The next objective was her car. All of the open space made us weary.
"Ready?" she asked.
"I think so."
Gathering our wits, we took off in the same direction. Luckily, we made it without any complications. Maybe the zombies really had deserted EHS.
We buckled our seatbelts in what seemed like a millisecond. Yet, that wasn't fast enough. We heard a banging on the side of the car.
Looking over, we noticed that it was Mr. D, in zombie form. Looking at him, I started crying, hating the way his skin seemed so gray and deformed.
He tapped the car twice at a time, as if in a habitual pattern. I did nothing while Ms. Guerra started the car and sped out of the parking lot, heading towards Holyoke.
"Are we going to your house?"
She shook her head, wordlessly. I was surprised that I could still talk, as well. Maybe I was just in shock. Maybe I wasn't really processing anything at all.
It was awhile before I realized that we were heading towards Holyoke, though not to her house.
We were heading towards the mall.
