I never thought, in my entire life that I would die with my classmates, my friends.
I was so wrong.
I haven't died yet, but when I do, its probably going to be next to these guys. If not, something is totally watching over me.
I go to a small school, its a private school, 400 kids. Kindergraden to eigth grade. Nothing special, well maybe the kids, but that is something different.
Anyways, I remember the day like yesterday, which it pretty much was. My class was in spanish, with our teacher that we all hate. Even though we tell her we love her. We were getting her frustrated again and then all of a sudden, The whole building shook, with a loud bang. I herd someone scream.
Our Social Studies teacher immedietly opened the conecting door between the new rooms. "Its another attack." She said. We all started talking as my Spanish teacher rushed out of the room.
To make a very long story short I'll rap it up a bit.
We didn't know it, but the United States had been under attack all day and the teachers had to keep it a secret.
We were being attacked by what could best be described as zombies, so cliche I know. It wasn't safe for our parents to come get us, so we all had to stay in school.
Somehow the teachers got the kids to be air lifted out to a safer place, with their homroom teachers. The smallest kids went first.
Kindergarden and 1st grade were taken out of the school by 4pm
2nd grade was taken out by 6pm.
3rd grade followed soon after just before 7pm.
4th and 5th grade were take out together around 9m.
Thats when the bad news came two of the previous big helicopters didn't make the return trip, they crashed. Another helicopter was sent to another school. The attacks were getting worse and everyone new it.
6th and 7th for the sake of getting out of their cramed into one medium size helicopter just after 12pm.
That just left us, the eighth grade. The leaders of the school. And just our luck. The 6th and 7th graders broke the last helicopter because of how many people they stuck in it. So we were stranded. Being attacked by zombies in school.
I said I would wrap it up, so, so some soilders came to our school, I have not clue how they got here but they did. With weapons and food and clothes, and blankets. The eight grade a nd a few teachers were all stuck here. Unitll two days late when they sent a very small helicopter, that wouldn't fit all of us. Being fair we choose names out of a hat. If you were one of then 12 that got picked you went on the helicopter with two more teachers to saftey. For the rest, your stuck here at school for God knows when.
Things are getting worse.
THe United States is being attacked by what can best be described as Zombies. You are in you private school (that means unifourms!) when all hec breaks loose. Unfortunatly, not everybody in the school could evacuate, so you and a bunch of others are stuck at the school. However, soilders have been sent for your protection along with other supplies. You only have what they give you and anything you had in your backpack.
Rules and Notes:
rules- Guys just keep it scratch apropriate. No extreme swearing 24/7 and no godmodding. You are normal teenagers (unless you are a soilder, still be sensible).
Note- You wear a unifourm to school. So your only change of clothes is either your unifourm or gender neutral swets and tshirts the soilders gave you.
You also dont have your own personal laptop. THose werent allowed in school so you dont have one. Phones and Ipods are acceptable.
You are a normal kid, so you have imperfections and cant be good at everything.
Kid- there is 15 of you.
Age: 14 or 13
Soilders- if all the kids are taken be a soilder.
What your good at:
Position: (Medic, guard, fighter.)
Yay so join!