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Zombie Invasion Chapter 5

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     Chapter 5- Hide and Seek

When the small hand on the clock pointed to the number 7, I began to lose hope. We had been in the school for 6 hours now, and after ridding the fridge of a few of its contents, and exploring the room for survival utensils, Kaitlin and I began to make our beds. We had decided to build our nest in the kitchen labelled as "Red". It was far enough from the door to be safe, but close enough to run to in the event of a zombie breaking in. Not to mention that each kitchen in the room (excluding the Silver kitchen which sat facing the door pretty much) was on the same wall of the door, and surrounded by counters, ensuring a nice, closed space to sleep in.  

The bed itself consisted of Kaitlin's sweater, an apron we found by Ms. Spina's desk, and the infinite amount of towels and dish cloths stacked neatly in the storage room. As I lay my head down, scrunching together some towels into a less than comfortable pillow, I thought to myself about the strangeness of the situation. I couldn't help but ask Kaitlin.

"Is this really happening?" I inquired, having a staring contest with the ceiling. Kaitlin just sighed as she placed towels over herself, trying to make a blanket.

"Surprisingly, yes." She sighed, sort of in awe as well. I rolled my lips inward and into my mouth in an expression of thought.  I was beginning to become more and more confused with this whole thing. There's a zombie in our school- a zombie. Isn't that sort of not possible? And now here we are, sleeping in an empty school, using kitchen stuff as a bed. That seems pretty unusual, does it not? And to add to that, I had this weird feeling of impending doom. Perhaps one of us should stay awake and watch the door.

I sat upright at that notion, and Kaitlin mumbled. I looked at her with perplexity, and checked my watch. 10:23- time flies when you have thoughts asunder. I got up and went to the door, Kaitlin groaning in a drowsy haze.

"What are you doing?" her voice came from behind me. I pressed my face to the door window, and checked as far down the hall as I could, but all my eyes could pick up was a bleak tunnel of darkness. I then went to draw the curtains when a loud clatter made me freeze. I turned my head slowly towards the source of the sound- the door to the shop room.

"Crap!" I whispered hoarsely, and I dove into the Red kitchen. "Get under the sink. Go!" I instructed a now fully awake Kaitlin and we scuttled over to it. I opened the door and pulled out the contents and ushered Kaitlin in. I crawled in after her, closed the door, and our eyes became consumed by blackness. Crouching in the cramped space, all we could hear was the sound of our heavy breaths.  

"Where did that bang come from?" Kaitlin whispered.  I shook my head, realized that she couldn't see me, then said:

"I don't know, but I think it was from the shop room. There's an office that the teachers share that connects the two rooms. Could you move your foot, I'm squished in here."
"I can't, your leg is in the way." Kaitlin whispered back.
"Well then there," –I moved my leg a bit- "how about now?"
"Ow, my head."
"Well don't hurt yourself."
"No, I'm good."
"What's this?"
"That's my elbow."
"Oh. Erg, my thigh is asleep..."
"You're thigh?"
"Yeah. Just let me stretch my leg out a bit." –crack-
"Was that your leg?"
"My knee. It didn't hurt."
"Your joints sound like an eighty year old's."
"Hey, everyone's joints crack."
"Shh!"

We heard something outside the doors. Our breathing stopped and our hearts sped up. We waited there in a moment of fearful silence before we spoke up again, this time in the quietest whisper we could utter.
"Can zombies open doors?" Kaitlin asked.
"I don't know, but I guess they can."
"How long are we going to wait in here?" she asked again, and I shrugged.
"Until the noises stop." We hid for an hour.

I must say coming out from under the sink was less relieving than I thought it would be. Every joint in my body felt fused in the position I had forced it to be in, and my muscles all over my body tingled with that throbbing, pinched nerve feeling. I felt like my body was 100 years old, and I swear, my elbow didn't bend like that before I crammed myself in there...

Our bed was destroyed –not like it was all that neat in the first place- and the drawers were all open, empty of all things useful in a survival situation. The utensils were taken, a few pots were gone, the oven mitts had disappeared, but the big thing was that the knife drawer was sparse.  

"Dammit," I hissed, pushing the drawer shut, "They took all the good stuff."

"And not just from our kitchen. It's all gone from the others too." Kaitlin said as she walked back into our kitchen. I sighed and started to kick the towels back into a semi-good looking bed.

"I guess zombies are smarter than we think." And Kaitlin nodded.

"Yeah. At least I have my meter stick." She said hopefully, her eyes darting to the piece of wood sitting right next to the bed. I lay myself down on the bed and closed my eyes, Kaitlin joining me.

"Mmm. I guess that's pretty good. Isn't it sort of flimsy though?" there was a quick movement beside me as Kaitlin lunged for the meter stick and hugged it.

"Don't disrespect Paul." She muttered, and I chuckled.

"It always has to have a name doesn't it?"
Chapter 5! Kaitlin and I find out just how hard it is to be comfortable under the sink.

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Shade-of-the-Night's avatar
I think the ceiling won the staring contest.
of course its not comfortable under a sink, humans aren't built to fit under the sink, let alone with another human trying to occupy the same space as well. At least they won't be lonely.