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Blood splatters my face as I stabbed the hideous creature trying to attack me. I felt an unsettled feeling in my stomach, and a lump in my throat.

I quickly pulled out my knife from its head and ran down the school hallway. Picking the first door I see, I open and slam it shut once inside. Breathing heavily I tried my hardest to calm my breathing, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I realized that all the hard work I did was for nothing.. I left the thing I was searching for in the hallway, distracted from the zombie attacking me. Exhausted, I slumped against the wall onto the floor, wanting to burst into tears. That bag had all the things I needed to survive.. my water bottles, cans of food, first aid supplies, flashlight, and a picture of my sister.

My sister…

I lost her when it all happened. In the beginning.

Having no other choice, I took a deep breath and slowly got up. I limped to the door and carefully opened it.

I saw my bookbag at the end of the bloody hallway. By the zombie. That I killed.

‘1..2..3..’ I counted in my head. Then I made a run for it.

I grabbed my bookbag and started to run back, but something caught my eye. Something shiny, wrapped around the creature's neck…

“My sister's necklace” I whispered..

Tears started to run down my face

That's when I realized… I killed my sister.

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A loud siren pierced through busy halls and noisy classrooms. For a moment it was silent. Very silent. A silence that had never been heard in the school before.

I stood paralyzed by the scene before me.

My best friend, lying on the floor with her face completely mauled and bruised by whatever hellish creatures were terrorizing the halls and tearing down doors.

I rushed to the nearest classroom, and other students followed at the sudden sound of screams and sirens blaring. The biology teacher shut and barricaded the door, and anxiety filled the classroom as students dialed their parents on their phones.

I put my headphones on and try to zone out the noise of everyone panicking and screaming. I looked around the classroom and found a couple of windows and measuring glasses filled with oil and other substances. Maybe this would help in doing something about the issue at hand.

I observed and saw how many didn’t seem to take the matter seriously, so I decided to grab my materials and make an escape plan. I found a lighter in one of the student's bookbags and used it to light up a bottle filled with some oil. I opened the lid and threw it on the ground. I took one last look at the door that was seconds away from collapsing. And I opened the window, feeling the cold breeze hit my face, and decided to jump.

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Months passed since I last felt the sun’s warmth on my skin. I’ve been stuck but I knew that it won’t be long ‘til- I’m running out of food.

I went to the table. A big paper was spread out, it had the map of the school and escape routes. “Today is the day,” I decided. There was a greenhouse at the back of the school. The universe was on my side on this one as the keys were in this room.

I continued pouring gasoline from bio-chem class into the pipes. I shoved the rest in my pocket. I spent days here planning an escape. Food was getting scarce. This was my only chance to survive.

I gathered everything. Chemicals, shovel, acids, and a match. I opened the door and ran. The dead chased after me as I bolted. I threw acid behind me and I could hear their skin sizzling as it melted. One grabbed me but I violently used the shovel to hit them. I looked ahead. It was near. Only one thing left.

I turned every fire alarm. It began to pour. I ran as fast as I could. Gas filled the air. I was getting near. I lit my match and threw it to the abyss. I watched as the fire spread and engulfed the entire school, burning all the dead.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned around to open the greenhouse, then I noticed it. A bite mark on my arm.

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I don’t even know how it happened. We were just playing smash during lunch like always,  Xavier was actually winning for once, even though he wasn’t allowed in there. I blinked, and all of a sudden, you could only hear screaming. At first, we thought it was a fight and then we saw the blood.

Us three staked out for days in that same room before we could make our escape to the basement. Malone for some reason had a gun, and I had my sword that I had brought to show off. My phone and headphones stayed charged for only a bit before the power had got cut. Thank god for my power bank. Then the day to escape happened. We were good at first before his gun had jammed. He told us to run, so we did. I looked back, and god I regret it.

We made it to the first floor before Xavier had started to turn. He had gotten bitten and didn’t tell me, so I did what I had to.

I finally got to the basement, and now I am hiding in the old engineering room. I don't know how long I have until the zombies get down here, so I am typing this on my phone. If anyone sees this, you are not alone.

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Fear would strike everyone in the room—classmates and teachers. They’d scramble over desks and chairs to leave the room in a very-far-from-orderly fashion the minute they processed the words “zombie outbreak”.

But one girl in particular would sit down at a desk, grab a notebook and pen, and write. She would write because that’s what she does best. She’s not Michonne Grimes, she's just a teenage girl and suddenly she’s supposed to fight through herds of zombies? She’d rather just write, but it matters more precisely what she would be writing.

That girl is obviously me. I know my chances of surviving are slim, but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to accept my fate and give up Othello-style. No, instead, I would write a lengthy letter detailing all of my innermost thoughts and ideas. I’d write what I envisioned for my life in the future had this zombie apocalypse not occurred. I’d include whatever I want future survivors to know about who I am if they ever came across me and my letter.

Those would be the things I’d rely on to “stay alive”. However, rather than me surviving it would be my memory that’s kept alive. Everything I resemble, dream of, and worked for will not be thrown down the drain because of this apocalypse. I want to leave my life on paper, so I will still live on through the art of written words. The heavy weight of the letter makes up for the final two things I’d need, of course.

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So, my highschool has been overrun with zombies, well, more specifically the world has been overrun with zombies, but they aren't all roaming the halls of this building, so who cares about them. I'm spending my last fleeting hours in the theater, a fitting place to make my dramatic exit from this mortal plane. Now if you're reading this you may be thinking “oh no! The zombies got her” Yeah, no. I'm taking myself out of this hellscape before I can be ripped to shreds by the gym teacher or some other pathetic end to my equally pathetic life. I mean why would I even want to survive? All of my friends are dead, there's no food, and the smell. No one talks about the smell. It's all rotting flesh and excrement, not something I could ever get used to. So now here I am sitting center stage, writing this on my final piece of paper. I only have some safety scissors, some fake flowers, confetti, a crown, and a prop sword. Damn drama club, of course they don't have any adequate suicide tools. But whatever, I'll make it work. It's time to write my final goodbye. I would say I'm sad at this moment but I'm not, it's peaceful here. If you find this, just know, I died exactly as I lived, sadly. Now, it's time for me to find out how many times I have to stab myself with children's scissors before I die, wish me luck

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For a zombie invasion at my school,my first step would be to find a safe place. I would hide in the gym,since it has few entrances and can easily be secured it.I will make sure I have the basic things to survive. I will take a backpack with water, food to keep me hydrated and  the food to last me the days I am there.The second thing I would take is flashlights and batteries so I can see when the power goes out. And if I can find a first aid kit in case I have a wound and a knife to use for self-defense or to open food. A map of the school so I can be able to escape.To avoid zombies hearing me and to be able to move quietly, I would take off my shoes to not to make noise. And I would look for heavy things to put at the door so they can't get in easily. And I would take advantage of the light to look for nearby places to hide and look for food.I would stay calm and try to communicate with the police or with people who are alive and near or make an escape plan. What will keep me calm is that I will have  hope of being able to leave the school alive.

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Hey journal.

It’s been 7 days. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I just don't understand what went wrong. I was with Mr. Malone and we were doing the best we could. I only looked away for a minute before he pushed me out of the way. I keep on seeing his face before he turned whenever I close my eyes…

I was lucky that I was able to get that map of the school. My hideout on the fourth floor is stable, but I don't know how much longer I can stay. I cut my hair with my pocket knife so I couldn't be grabbed as easily, but I knicked my neck in the process and nearly got myself killed.

I saw her today. Honestly, I was so close to letting her bite me but something inside me wouldn't let me. I just wish I could have brought myself to kill her and bring her, Daviana, peace. I’ve been looking at Elliot’s picture to keep myself sane. I just hope that he's safe, wherever he is.

I need to find a way to get to the kitchen without getting bitten. I’ve been feeling so tired lately, and I know it's because I've gone without food for so long. All I can do is hope.

Yours Truly,

A survivor.

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It’s about to be lunch. I'm in senior seminar just doing my main assignment before the bell goes off. I noticed that the class is emptier than usual. I didn't overthink it.

I'm rushing to get my work done. We got 5 minutes until the bell rings. Ms. Spinelli runs out the room and never comes back. Me and the 10 other kids in the class just think she is going to the restroom.  Some reason the bell didn't ring, we all got up , and went down to lunch. As soon as I turn the corner I see my best friend gushing out the mouth looking odd running toward me. The fire alarm goes off , I just ran with her chasing me. I have never seen something so off like that. I went to the closest exit , trying to get out but I noticed there were more people out there then in the school I ran to the basement.

My heart beating out my chest thinking these “things” are going to get me. I ran in the fitness room. I grabbed a bar. I never saw my teacher after all of that. I was trying to get out of school. I kept seeing these inhuman things running through the basements. I decided to run and make it through. I saw car keys on the floor, I picked them, ran out the building starting messing with the keys, and the car was in the lot I was in.

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The first bell of the school day rings but no one is in class. Typical Monday. The students are probably running late, typical students. It’s usually so loud at school. Where is everyone?

“If you can hear me, run!” I hear someone scream out from the hall. Sounds like Dylan, one of my students, that jokester, always playing around. I poke my head out the door to find Dylan being devoured by a pack of zombies. It looks like a group of girls from my 6th period.

A single tear rolls down my face but now is not the time to mourn. That’s Tuesdays. Instinct kicks in.

As a baby, I had a vision that one day I would have to karate kick some sense into something. As I used to say back then, “googoogaga” which means it’s kickin’ time. I always knew this day would come. I've been training.

Avoiding the ground and 6th period zombies with impressive ease, I swiftly parkour to the office where my emergency briefcase is. In my briefcase, I find a crayon, paperclip, lego, piece of string, and a  single piece of bubble gum. Who packed this? A baby? Well, yes. Guess I’ll have to go with plan B. Escape.

“Brains…” I hear a voice behind me, swiftly turning to karate kick the lunch lady, “Lunch is served for no one!" I say. Cut to black.