Isabelle

I was sitting at my desk when the announcement can in. "Code red, repeat, code red! This is not a drill! Do NOT unlock your doors under any circumst-" it cut off with a sharp crackle.

Everyone looked at each other, frightened. Mrs. Stocking rushed over and locked the door and slipped the green folder under it. Then she jumped back, gasping. Someone-or rather, something, pressed against the door. It's face was half gone, but there was no blood. It thumped its hands against the door. Others similar to it clawed at the door. They were all sixth graders. "Oh my heavens!" Mrs. Stocking gasped, unlocking the door. She opened it, and the things, that I now recognized as zombies, poured in. Most fell onto Mrs. Stocking, but others staggered toward us. Classmates screamed. Objects hurled at the zombies seemed to have no effect. A chair thrown by a boy named Zachary knocked it down, only for it to rise back up. A girl named Annabel threw scissors at its chest, having no effect. I stabbed a pencil into the head of one. It sunk in, and the zombie sunk lifelessly to the floor. "The head! Aim for the head!" I cried. A quick look around the class showed that only a handful of people were still standing. Annabel had a bite in her arm. Zachary was on the floor, screaming as a zombie bit into his throat. Mrs. Stocking was a lump of bloody, unidentifiable flesh. So were most of my other classmates. Sage was the only one still uninjured, like me. He is my best friend. We grabbed hands and ran out of the room. We ran down the hall way, with me crying. The school and teachers and friends I loved were gone. We ran out a side door, and started running to our houses. Sage lives right next to me. Once we got there, I burst in.