CHAPTER 4
Just then. . . something grabbed Nicole. A scream slipped through his mouth. We immediately turned around, but Nicole was nowhere to be seen. Without hesitation, we turned the corner and started running through the halls.
We barged into classroom after classroom, only to no avail. That is, until we saw a trail of. . blood. Following it, it led us to him. We saw Nicole. . . tied up in a chair. He was thankfully conscious. We cautiously stepped closer and untied him from the chair.
"Nicole! Are you alright? What was that?" Ruby asked worriedly.
"Im fine, but I'm not very sure what that was. My eyes were covered, and I had no time to react at all." He explained, still breathing a bit ragged.
Ah. . . I know this isn't the best time, but I have to tell you how my friends look. Well, I'll start with Nicole. He has brown hair and hazel eyes. His skin is slightly darker than mine, and he's about 5'7. He wore a casual shirt and jeans.
As for Ruby, she's really pretty and has a great personality. She has dim blonde hair that reaches her back, tied in a ponytail. Her eyes are ginger, and her skin is peach-colored, like mine.
She's 5'5 and has dark, pretty eyelashes. She was wearing a sky-blue skirt that fell just below her knees and a baggy pink shirt with a belt around her waist.
As for Christian... Well, he's got dyed dirty blonde hair and dim blue eyes. His skin tone is slightly lighter than tan. He was wearing a casual cream-colored shirt with green cargo pants.
Ah... well, you probably know what I look like, but let me recall it for you real quick. I have light brown hair, light blue eyes, and peach-colored skin. A faint pink hue is always on my cheeks. I'm around 5'6. I'm wearing a casual button up over a short sleeved shirt. I'm also carrying a fanny pack.
Anyway, back to the situation at hand. . Now that we had untied Nicole, we moved to another classroom and settled there, catching our breaths. Once we regained our composure, we looked around. It was a typical classroom.
But something caught our eyes—guns strapped tightly to the wall.
"Why the hell. ." Ruby's voice trailed off as she checked some papers on a desk. The papers had 'Military School Student Names' written in Korean. Ruby translated it on her phone.
"It's a military training school... that explains it…" I said as we all gathered around the desk, observing the papers.
"Does it really, though?" Christian muttered back.
Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, but Christian suggested, "We should take guns for safety. They'll be loud, but a lot easier for us."
As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I'd rather die fighting than get bitten by one of those nasty-ass zombies. We all agreed and took a gun from the wall.
The four of us examined the weapons. The clock already ticked '10:57 PM.'
"Guys, I think it's best we rest here for the night. The city isn't safe enough for us to go back to our houses." Nicole spoke. "Or outside in general," he added.
We were all skeptical for a moment. "Yeah, I guess it's the best and safest option," I agreed.
"Yeah. . . guess so. . " Christian added, then Ruby nodded.
So, we all agreed to spend the night in the reeking, blood-stained military training school. Thankfully, the smell didn't reach our classroom, but stepping into the hallway would be unbearable.
Hours passed, and the room remained quiet. Nicole was observing things—the cabinets, the teacher's desk, the blood-stained windows. Meanwhile, Christian, Ruby, and I were on our phones. I wore headphones, minding my own business in a corner. Ruby was watching a Netflix series. Christian was listening to a podcast.
We often heard groans and screeches from the zombies, but after a few hours, we got used to it. The current time read '12:38 AM.'
I stood up and walked to a window, opening it. Instantly, the cold yet soft breeze blew through my hair, cooling my face and calming my thoughts. I observed the shining stars, the glistening moon, and the pitch-black night sky. My mind calmed, yet I still wondered about my family—if they were safe. My family was always complicated. . .My parents were divorced, but they had to stay together until my younger brother came of age—which was still a few more years. I didn't get to see them one last time. . .
Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned slightly to see Nicole, his expression soft. I paused my music and took off my headphones, resting them around my neck.
"Something up?" I asked in my usual calm tone.
I've always been a calm person, but since this situation started, it hasn't been showing much. As the day progressed, I guess I had relaxed enough to not panic—to lead everyone and stay composed. Maybe I really could be a leader. Not that I wanted to be.
Nicole was book-smart but didn't know much about surviving outside of books. Ruby was more of a social girl, famous on Instagram and other platforms. And Christian? I didn't know much about him beyond our constant bickering. But I did know he was athletic. If he had joined the basketball team, he'd probably be one of the best players—except for me, of course. Oh yeah, I play basketball. Probably should've mentioned that earlier.
Nicole stayed quiet, then shook his head. "No, it's nothing," he said before walking away.
That was odd. Nicole was an extrovert and pretty popular at school. But honestly, this situation was affecting all of our behaviors, so I let it slide. I backed up a step and closed the window.
Third Person POV:
Perry closed the window and walked back to her desk in the corner. Before sitting down, she suddenly grabbed Christian by the arm and quietly dragged him out of the room.
"Oi. . where are we going?" Christian asked, a bit irritated, more than anything.
"To get food," Perry replied, opening a classroom door that, oddly enough, had vending machines. What kind of school was this?
Nicole and Ruby exchanged knowing smirks. They quietly followed, peeking out of the room to spy on them.
Although Perry and Christian hadn't fought much so far, it was only because they hadn't had time with everything happening around them.
Inside the vending machine room, Perry let go of Christian's arm.
"You're stronger than Nicole. Can you open these?"
Christian sighed. "Well... I could try."
He pulled out a pocket knife and carefully cut through the vending machine's panel. Luckily, it worked. Once they grabbed most of the long-lasting snacks, they stuffed them into a bag and walked to the door. But when they tried to open it. . .
It wouldn't budge.