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sense of security.
    The closer we got to the inner most room of the school, the more uneasy I got. Something didn’t feel right about being here. A few cars had been out in the parking lot so where was everyone? This seemed wrong, just as unnatural as the amusement park. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end and goose bumps spread along my arms. I wasn’t sure if the others felt it or not, but there was no denying that I did.
    Rounding the last corner to the gym, the door to the spacious room burst open on its own and leaked out a large group of zombies into the hallways. The darkened hall made it harder for us to see them. We froze in our places, fighting the urge to make any noises. We couldn’t fight this big of a crowd. We weren’t trained. Only a few of us could fight and I wasn’t one of them.
    They flew at us at terrifying speeds. Their faces were contorted in frightening expressions of anger and hunger. We turned as one and fled the hall, running faster than I had run so far today. Despite our efforts, they were still gaining on us. It was like I could feel them breathing on the back of my neck.
    My shoes slipped and slid along the linoleum floors, breaking traction and making it harder to go even faster than I already was. I kept taking quick glances over my shoulders to check on their status and the distance that they were closing between us. We needed to get out of here now before we became chow for the undead.
    At the next corner, close to the exit where we had entered in at, Samantha made a different turn and pulled our dad down that hall with her. Frantic, I followed them and the others. I had no idea where Samantha thought she was going and why our dad didn’t stop her from doing it. Was he going insane already? You can’t trust a child to make decisions that could kill us!
    She darted around the next corner. Where was she going? I couldn’t remember this part of the school. I don’t think I had ever been down here more than once or twice. I also wasn’t sure how in the world she knew where to go. She wasn’t even old enough to go to this school yet. Maybe it was instinct that led her to take the route that she was on. Or maybe she had been here when I was at school? Either was possible, I suppose.
    One more turn back the other way and her decision made itself clear to me. She had found a side exit and, in turn, put some space between our group and the undead. I could hear them hit the walls as they fought one another for running room. She had bought us a bit of time to make it out alive, all of us. I had one of the smartest sisters in existence.
    We burst through the door, bathing ourselves in sunlight. The last of us through the door, the strange man from the ferry, shoved it closed behind him and looked around the ground to find something to jam the exit with. My dad did the same, finding a mop lying underneath one of the classroom windows. He snatched it up and ran to the aid of the man. With a little help from the captain, the door was secured from the assault of the zombies. It bought us enough time to get out of the fenced-in area and down the street before they got out.
    We managed to survive that close call, and many others that day, before we settled on an office building a mile away from the middle school. It wasn’t the safest place in the whole city, the windows were easy entry points for anyone or anything, but we could make it do for the time being. We couldn’t afford to keep running around in a city inhabited by thousands upon thousands of undead cannibals. Safety, for now, meant staying in a place where we could lock ourselves into a room and still have a way out if we needed it. If we could just survive until the government discovered a cure, we would be in Heaven someday.

Chapter 5
     
    New York- September 12, 2020
    Sometime in the morning
     
    I t had been four long years since the destruction of mankind. Four long years of being on the run from certain death. Four long