As you rethink all your values to escape a cruel fate, you may discover that surviving the dead is just the beginning.My heart raced again as I remembered the need to get out of this place, as if the mere mention of that idea was evidence of my undoing. Still, the fact was that in one morning I had already seen more carnage than even my most visceral nightmares could count; and surviving that freak show to death locked in a bathroom stall seemed like the least digestible thing about my day. I thought if I was going to die, it would be from exhaustion trying to fight these monsters, instead of suffering like a scared rat.Too bad those heroic thoughts were useless in motivating me to leave that fetid bathroom I was locked in. Courage is beautiful in the books, but in real life it weighs a ton and stinks like death.I heard the groans once more and knew they were there—as if I’d ever really been able to forget them. There was also a corpse. These elements were familiar to me because I
When they finally fell silent, silence fell over the bathroom and we cried together. They were in tears and I was softly. My body was frozen and the shame of having been hiding for all this time punished me. Still, I couldn’t feel the slightest urge to get out of that cabin.One of the girls asked the other if they should go out. I heard a denial, and silence prevailed again. That summed up the hours that followed. Sometimes one of the two would cry and the other would give some kind of comfort. They would try to have a conversation, sketch plans to get out of there, but soon the subject would die on their lips. Like me, they feared the inevitable moment when they would be forced to leave that bathroom. At one point they tried to force open the door of the cabin I was hiding in, which almost led to a heart attack, but they soon gave up.When the monotony finally broke, it was only to start our nightmares.A new sound reached my ears, unlike all the others. A sort of deep, throaty grow
Under the door, I was able to see a pair of black Vans sneakers six feet away from me. The shins of those who wore them were white, stained by threads of blood that ran down until they were lost in the cotton of the white socks. Beside the Vans, a puddle of water was forming, thick white foam around the edges. What had once been a student appeared to be completely still. I didn’t know if I was looking at anything, or even if I was able to hold his attention on anything. Whatever that answer was, just the realization that I could only see the back of the shoes—which meant they weren’t facing me—was enough. In my field of vision, it was not possible to see anything else.I dared to wonder why I’d stopped her eating her friend, but just thinking about it almost drove me crazy.Still carefully, I got to my feet. The operation would have to be careful, but I figured I’d be able to make minimal noise. May God allow that to be enough.In slow motion, I started to climb into the tank, one leg
When I finished the crossing, facing with both legs towards the cabin in front of me, I noticed how tense my muscles were and I tried to relax, without much success. Now he was two cabins away from the door. The body of the last girl—the only one, in fact, dead—was just outside the door of the last cabin. I intended to get down and go out the door, but I soon understood that the idea would be flawed: the upper part of his body was leaning against the cabin door, which would make it difficult to open it without making noises. How much time would I have from the moment I attracted the attention of the creature Sarah? Seconds?It needed to be something faster.I risked slowly crawling closer to the edge in order to look at the floor. In front of the partition of the last cabins was the body drowned in a pool of blood, making it impossible to make a jump to the floor without the risk of losing balance. I looked again at the monster that until now seemed not to have noticed my presence, wi
During the entire time I was trapped, I never imagined that I would get out of there and everything would be safe, with rescue teams entering the school. First because the intermittent screams didn’t allow me to have so much hope, second because I was too focused on my own misfortune. I don’t like to be a nonbeliever, but I’ve never trusted the efficiency of public safety. In addition, I also followed the news while they were allowed to reach us about the first infestations of the virus and everything was the same: although we did not know exactly its nature, none of the infected cities managed to contain it. The disease before we lost contact. I was foolish to think it wouldn’t make it to Latin America, but we all have been this whole time. For these reasons, the nagging thought that my suffering and fear were far from over kept pounding in my head.But now I felt strangely safe, as if the risks I’d taken all morning had finally come to an end here, outside the library’s second-floor
By instincts not yet trained by that world, it wasn’t until several seconds later that I had the urge to turn around to see if the hallway would be clear.I came across an almost empty hallway, but that wasn’t what made my stomach turn.Only after taking my attention away from the two zombies trying to punch a hole in the glass door did my ears adjust to distinguish a sound that sounded familiar: busy classrooms. I could hear sounds behind the wooden doors, but they weren’t common sounds of conversation between students, but intermittent groans, angry grunts, slamming on doors, and—very softly, deep down—anguished screams from people like me, a stunned reminder that not everyone was lucky enough to escape.Some rooms, however, had their doors open and were presumably empty. Still, I can only imagine how many people were unlucky enough to find themselves trapped, unable to reach the door that separated their lives from death. Locked doors like the one behind me, having been sealed in a
No, I was not.I mean, he hadn’t dragged me into any kind of danger.It’s just that “safe” was simply something that had ceased to exist, although at the time I didn’t know it.The first person I saw was Carlos Dutra: another third year, more familiar to me because we studied in the same room. He had dark skin, black eyes and hair, and an expression of few friends. Unlike most of our peers, he had defined muscles and more adult features. I was idly by the wooden door that divided the hallway we were coming from from the rest of the high school classrooms, in a sharp curve. When he saw us, he assumed a nervous posture as he realized how fast we were running.I noticed that he was holding an iron bar in his hand. There was blood on him.William didn’t seem surprised, as he continued running towards the door. By then, I had managed to establish my balance and was running with him, a few steps back.“Close the door when we pass!” Guilherme said, as we approached. “There are others coming!
“Melissa, what happened to your leg?” I asked, finally realizing that Professor Rogerio was tying a blood-stained gauze around his thigh.Melissa looked at me, intrigued by the sudden approach.“She wasn’t attacked.” Carlos who answered, behind me. “She cut her leg on a wire as we tried to get out of the yard. It was bleeding a lot, but it’s nothing serious. ““Sorry to be so rude, it’s just…” I began, looking into the girl’s moist honey-colored eyes.“It’s alright. She looked at her leg, shrugging. “I think it’s a valid concern.” Talking seemed to calm her down a bit.“So, did you make it?” asked Ana, looking in Guilherme’s direction and putting an end to our business.William, again, just shook the keys in his hand, the jingle reaching everyone’s ears.“Sorry, that room is only the keys to the third year rooms. I couldn’t look any further because things were going up.” He apologized, looking at no one in particular.Someone muttered “no problem”, Ana huffed, but there was no complai