Escaping the Disaster

I clung to the eaves, my fingers gripping the ledge for dear life. Looking down, I couldn't help but shudder at the sheer height of the building. It was dizzyingly high, and one wrong move would mean my untimely demise - either from a fatal fall or becoming zombie fodder.

With every gulp, I tried to muster the courage to proceed. The distant moans of the undead below served as a grim reminder of the risks I faced. I knew that if I slipped or made too much noise, I'd be swarmed within seconds.

After what felt like an eternity of hesitation, I decided to act. I sat on the edge of the eaves, legs dangling over the precipice. Leaning forward, I tightened my grip on the side, hoisting myself into a precarious pull-up position. Every fiber of my being screamed with effort as I clung to the eaves.

Summoning every ounce of strength, I mustered a clumsy jump and landed on the second-floor eaves with a thud. Thankfully, it seemed quieter here, with fewer zombies roaming the wide hallway.

Surveying the scene, I counted approximately twenty zombies shuffling around. However, something caught my eye - most of the transparent classroom doors were closed, trapping numerous zombies inside. They stumbled around aimlessly, oblivious to the world outside.

My presence had not gone unnoticed, though. My awkward landing had generated a noise, and the zombies, who seemed hypersensitive to sound, began to gather at the railing above. They leaned over like morbid spectators, oblivious to the danger they were in.

I gripped my makeshift weapon - a long iron rod - and began swinging at their heads. This gruesome act was harder than I ever imagined. The zombies' heads were tough, and my hands throbbed with pain after just a minute of frenzied attacks.

Only four out of the fifteen surrounding me were incapacitated, their heads resembling mashed potatoes. The others continued to advance, and I grew increasingly tired and fearful. The weight of the gathering horde threatened to break the already fragile railing.

Determined not to lose my advantage, I swung the rod with even greater force, a wild-eyed student fighting for survival. The scene was surreal and horrifying, with zombified students leaning over the railing while I, terrified but resolute, bashed their heads in.

Two more zombies fell, but five others joined the relentless horde closing in on me. The sight of those mangled heads was enough to make my stomach churn, but I couldn't afford to falter. I knew I had a harder task ahead.

Another grueling minute and a half passed, marked by the sickening thud of my rod against their skulls. My breathing was labored, and my muscles screamed in agony, but I couldn't stop. I had to keep swinging.

Then, it happened. A cracking sound filled the air. The railing began to give way, and I knew I had to move quickly. As the railing broke, zombies tumbled down onto me. Panic surged through me as I scrambled to the side, narrowly avoiding being buried beneath the dead weight.

The remaining zombies on the eaves stumbled toward me, but I kicked them aside with frantic determination. One by one, they joined their fallen comrades on the ground below.

Despite the gruesome ordeal and the ever-present fear, I had survived my perilous descent. My hands ached, my body trembled, and my stomach churned, but I couldn't afford to dwell on the horror of what I had just done.

I clung to the side of the second-floor hallway, grateful to have survived the harrowing ordeal on the eaves. Down below on the ground lay the scattered remains of the zombies who had fallen to their doom, victims of my desperate battle. With my shoes in hand, I moved forward cautiously, every step taken in silence to avoid attracting the attention of the aimlessly roaming undead.

As I ventured down the hallway, my heart pounded in my chest, and my senses remained on high alert. The eerie silence was broken only by the distant groans of the zombies, serving as a constant reminder of the peril I faced.

My primary objective was to search for any survivors who might have barricaded themselves inside the classrooms. I knew of at least one person or people who had closed the doors, but their exact location remained a mystery. I began to approach each classroom with trepidation, my eyes darting about, ready to spot any signs of life.

What awaited me inside each room was a horrifying tableau of despair. Zombies, most of them appearing entirely natural, roamed within, their vacant eyes scanning the lifeless surroundings. It was a grim reminder of the world's swift descent into chaos.

The truly horrific scenes unfolded when I stumbled upon classrooms containing bitten survivors. These unfortunate souls bore the marks of the infected, with large chunks of their bodies torn away, leaving them disfigured and grotesque. Their movements were slow and labored, each step accompanied by agonized groans. It was a sight that turned my stomach, but I suppressed the urge to vomit, knowing that any noise could spell my doom.

I continued my grim search, carefully trying to peek into each of the twenty classrooms on the floor. Eleven rooms in, I reached a laboratory situated near the center of the floor. It was sparsely furnished, but it offered a sense of security that had been sorely lacking.

The laboratory's isolation made it an ideal hiding place from the hordes of half-dead creatures outside. I understood that there must be someone inside as the laboratory door stood firmly shut from inside, a barrier between the uncertain world outside and the potential safety within. My heart raced with anticipation as I approached it cautiously, a glimmer of hope flickering within me.

Gently, I tapped on the door's cold surface, the sound barely audible but enough to announce my presence. It was a silent plea, a delicate gesture in this chaotic new reality. I waited, my breath held, hoping for a response from within, a sign that I had finally found the sanctuary I sought in this grim and unpredictable world.

A pretty face appeared on the transparent glass on the other side, looking right at me as if it could peer inside me. The girl with a white scientific coat opened the door and let me in.