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Zack wandered down the halls of the old abandoned school, he had only cleared out a few of the walkers that still resided there, some were his former teachers, and even some were old friends. The apocalypse started just a few weeks before he could graduate. Even though he hated the school as much as it did with the nasty mean teachers it still broke his heart he wouldn't ever get to walk across in a stupid little cap and gown and get that piece of paper, not that he needed it anymore anyways. It made him a little crazy but much more after that had sent him way off of the edge and thrown down into the deep end. He knew how to act like he was normal whenever he found hostile survivors, but if he found them too much of a threat he would eat them, of course as well as cooking the sliced up meat before even thinking of consuming it. It made his hands bloody so he made sure he had water in his bag or that he was near a water source to clean it off.
Zack soon heard a clattering sound down the hallway and slowed his pace as he approached the door. It was made of a fine dark oak. It once had a small window on either side of it that you could only fit your arm through but that glass was gone now. There sat a girl looking as if she were a teen, maybe around seventeen or so, crouched down near the corner of the room. She was leaning up against the wall and it looked as if blood was dripping down from her head, possibly got it from running away from the walkers in the school while getting cut up herself. He jiggled the knob of the door to find out it was locked. He slowly reached his hand through the gap on the sides of the doors and turned the knob from there. As soon as the door cracked open slightly he creaked it the rest of the way open. He looked up and down the hallway before entering, glancing around the room for any threat other than the girl. He pulled down his hood and adjusted his goggles as he squatted down next to the girl.
She looked weak and she was thin. Zack put a hand up to her cheek and shivered as he touched the dangerously cold skin. He felt a deep sorrow as he scanned over her cut up and bruised body again. She had cuts, some deep and some not so bad. She had bruises, some were colors of red and purple. He moved the hair off of the girl's face to see what wound had made the blood drip down her face and he had found a larger cut on her forehead. He sighed and he shimmed his backpack off and pulled out a clean bandage, lifting her head as slowly as he could and wrapped the bandage around it to the best of his abilities. He wiped the rest of the blood off with his thumb and then wiped it on his jeans.
As he stood up he took the girl with him, schools didn’t particularly have any heat left in them, especially as cold as it was now outside. He pulled a blanket out of his bag and wrapped it around her, trying to put it on her the best he could. Then off they went, down the halls and out of the school. Little did he know about the story that was about to unfold.