YOU.. ARE ALIVE?

Ever since the zombie apocalypse occured, every students on the school is almost infected. The survivors fights for their safety. Some survivors tried to escape to school, but only to get infected, only to be eaten brutally and be a part of the hurtful virus.

It was so hard to survive, so damn hard.

Every each day, you’re starting to get skinny. You’re barely drinking water, only taking such a small, and so small sip to save for tomorrow, and the next next next day. You’re injured, messy, and sweaty. Your uniform had cuts, and brown spots (dried blood). Your skirt was short, due to you have to tear the edge of the skirt to cover your wound after being scratched from the zombie’s sharp nail.

You’re alone. You’re scared. You wants to go home.

Every survivors (if there is.) Feels the same as well. You faced this alone, it was too traumatizing for you. Your eyes looked so dead, so lifeless. The light of your eyes had disappeared. The trauma flases back to your mind; the way how a student have been brutally bitten by a zombie in the Cafeteria, chaos around, screaming around, blood scattering.

The skin of the student was being ripped by the zombie’s painful bites. You see it with your very own eyes. It traumatized you at how detailed the scene was, as if to traumatize you. And it did. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling the tears now run down on your cheeks. Why is this happening? I’m too young to experience this.

You left the classroom you stayed over for a shelter for a bit, fighting the zombies that come across your way. You’re getting weaker, but you don’t care, you used all of your strength left. Until then, you have been pushed by a zombie, you grunt, trying to get it off from you. “G-Get off, motherfucker!” You cursed out.

The zombie tried to bite you, but until a ball was thrown towards the zombie’s head. You looked at the direction from where the ball appeared. Your eyes widen, “J-Jake!” You says happily, your best friend... He saved you.