Chaos enveloped the room behind me. Once, not that long ago, this had been an ordinary high school. Now the government kept the uninfected stashed here, quarantined off from the zombies.
I shared the room with twenty-five other girls, ranging in age from ten to twenty. To prepare us for the possibility of an attack, some government officials had set up weekly training with arbitrary safeguards. Now the girls did as they had been taught, propping the army regulation cots on their sides to block the windows and doors.
A girl pushed me out of the way and shoved her cot towards the nearest window, as if it would protect us any better than the glass. It’d do about as much good as the “duck and cover” method against a nuclear bomb, but it was better than nothing.
A loud crash echoed over the sirens, and the building actually trembled.
“They’re inside!” Someone shrieked, and my heart skipped a beat.
My little brother was in another part of the building, set up in a makeshift medical center, and I had to get to him. Private Beck might be with him, but I couldn’t bank on that.
At the thought of Beck, my heart wanted to panic further, but he could take care of himself. Max, on the other hand, needed me.
I grabbed my messenger bag, containing the few earthly possessions I still had, and ran towards the door.
“What are you doing?” Sommer asked. Even though she barely stood five feet tall, she had been chosen to guard the door.
“Getting out of here.” I pulled the cot away from the door. It moved easily for me, and I couldn’t imagine what it would do against intruders.
“Where? Why?” Her voice quivered, and her eyes darted around the room.