[Alicia]
Okay, you usually don’t lose your cool. When your friends “tase” you, you don’t even jump.
But the smell of rotting flesh was enough to make you lose your sense.
[b]”SHIT!”[/b] You cursed aloud once you realized your mistake and you swung the chalkboard to deflect the zombie’s hand. And now they were increasing in site.
[b]”These motherfuckers,”[/b] you muttered as you left the chalkboard and sprinted into the chem room. Once inside, you slammed the door shut and locked it. For extra reassurance, you took some desks and stacked them against the door. 
As you took some more desks to reinforce the other doors, you suddenly realized how much you’ve cursed that day. And suddenly the reality of everything comes crashing down.
So in the midst of the empty chemistry classroom, with a desk in arms and zombies swarming to the door you went through, you cry. 
Because you realized you recognized the zombie that reached out for you.
The first best friend you had made when you moved and started going to this school, and who you stopped talking to after you two stopped having classes together.
[i]She was the first one to reach out for you. Now what have you done?[/i]