After climbing over the equipment one by one, we finally made it to the desolate and deserted rooftop.
The place was filthy, it was covered in autumn leaves and dirt. Once in a while, I had seen the custodians cleaning the rooftops, but apparently, they didn't do a very good job.
Most of the group made their way directly across the brick rooftop, however, I kept looking along the side, to see when we would approach the cafeteria (which was connected to the outside).
As we came around a corner, I saw the cafeteria doors, they were heavily barricaded, and a cop was guarding a door. But things didn't seem right, as the once faint groaning of the zombies had now become loud and clear. I looked beyond a tree, and I saw one of the things approaching the cop. At first, he was unaware of the zombie, but as the zombie approached him, I couldn't help myself.
"Look out!" The cop looked right in my direction. "Behind you!" The cop turned around just in time to knock the thing over the head with his club. He pulled out his gun and shot it square in the head. He stuffed the gun back into his upholstery, and glared at me again.
"What the hell are you doing up there, kid?"
"My brother's in there."
"Nobody's in there, at least nobody living is. You're in an authorized area. Get down from there before you're arrested."
"No! I have proof! There's thirty to forty kids still in the school. They're locked in the cafeteria kitchen. I talked to my brother."
"What a load of-" The turned around at the noise of another zombie. He shot it down, but another zombie approached him from the other side. He shot that one down too, but more kept coming from another door, along the side of the school. Somehow, they had gotten through the glass door.
The police officer took aim at another few, then took off running. He ran for the field in which we came. There were about fifty zombies, children and adults, stumbling after him. "The equipment," I bellowed. "Get on the roof!"
Without thinking, he did as I said, stumbling up in a second, not even noticing the two mangled bodies. He got to the top, and dashed over to where I was. As he saw the rest of the group, he looked puzzled, and stared at me.
"Who are they?"
"Their siblings are in there too."
"Are you saying there really are kids in that school?"
"Yes, I am."
"Are you certain?" A nodded, and he picked up his radio. "We have confirmed reports that there are still up to forty kids barricaded in the Jr. High cafeteria kitchen. Calling for backup, over."
"Sorry, officer. We have orders, we are not to go in that school, it is safely barricaded."
"No it isn't, about fifty of those things just chased after me out of the f-wing corridor. We NEED backup, those things are headed for the high school, and they need to be taken down. And if we have backup, we can get those kids out of there safely."
"Forget the kids for now. How many of those things have escaped?"
"I don't know, they just keep pouring out of there. They've escaped. The infection has escaped."
The radio didn't answer the cop again. "Damnit!" He turned and looked at me. He was young, about twenty or twenty-five, short, curly black hair, and blue eyes. "My name is Officer Jason Dupree. And you are?"
"William, William Todd."
"Well, William, are you ready to get your brother?"