"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Her shrilly voice rang out above the chatter, gaining attention from
everyone who were presence in the confinement room. The guy in a blue
flannel shirt just kept on scratching and gurgled up some
intelligible words. By now, I became wary of the scene in front of
me. Please don't let that guy be infected. Please. Please,
don't. I tugged on my big brother's green shirt. However, he
just stood there as still as the statue in our small living room at
home. I began tugging more frantically and as he finally whipped
around with an annoyed expression, the screaming started. The guy in
the flannel shirt got his hands on some bystander and was wrestling
on the ground. The girl was pushing her right palm against his jaw in
an attempt to keep it close and away from her sweaty jugular. My big
brother finally broke out of his trance and dragged me toward the
opposite direction of what was happening.
"Don't turn around." Those
three words were the last complete sentence I heard from my brother.
After that it was just us and the refugees fleeing the ghosts. It
all started with one man biting another, but then it spread like fire
on dry grass. We managed to get out of the two-hundred-square-meters
room with minimal injuries, while others were not so lucky. Screams
of pain and agony could be heard over miles. I disobeyed my brother
request and looked back one last time. That image would forever be
burn into the back of my retina. The image of polite housewives,
professional guards and hyperactive children being reduced to nothing
more than flesh-ripping monsters.
*1 week ago*
Great, Japanese and Chemistry
tests are on today. I am so not ready for this! Another piece of
ham met its demise and along with it were tomato, lettuce and a part
of the sandwich bread. It was just another annoying day, in my
annoying life. My brother had just graduated high school and was
taking a gap year before starting his education in becoming a
battlefield medic. My mother was singing happily in the kitchen along
with the Vietnamese New Year festival. Then there was my dad, who
focused solely on beating his number one Chinese Chess opponent on
his iPad. While, Grandparents were conversing with one another about
some sales which started today at a thrift shop. Chemistry test is
on spectroscopy and emission spectra. Japanese is a speaking test on
our summer holiday. Great. I mumbled under my breath and at the
same time cursing the subject programs. Whoever think that having
two important tests on one day would help further their students'
future, are idiots!
"Don't stress yourself out,
kitty." My brother gentle hand rested on my head. All of my friends
told me that having a sibling or siblings was not that good, because
they would take your stuff without asking and blamed you for
everything. I concur. My big brother was the best sibling anyone
could ever hope to have.
"I am, aren't I?" I sighed.
I can't help but freaking out, they are worth fifteen percent
each after all. A clattering sound was heard, signaling my father
had put down his iPad which also meant time for school. I turned
around and hugged my brother and waved to the rest of the family.
Words of encouragement rang out greeting me goodbye. We got into our
Mazda 2 and drove out the driveway. The traffic was not that bad and
we made to school with plenty of time to spare. With a quick goodbye,
my dad pulled away and I began my trek toward my group. Before
they could see me, I already heard the heated conversation on the
function of the spectroscope and Japanese sentences were being
discussed.
"'Sup late-comer. We thought
you bailed on us." Tommy yelled out as soon as he laid eyes on me.
"Shut up." I replied, jokingly
bumping his shoulder. That was that, before his short attention span
swiveled over to Marz, his girlfriend and my bestie. My ex-boyfriend
was nowhere to be seen. He properly walked off when I came. Our one
year relationship was perfect with a few hiccups along the way, like
the breakup up period, the individual's motivation and my suicidal
attempt. Those would be stories for another day.
"Are you ready, Marie?" Songhi
asked me while flicking through her test notes. She was the kindest
and most beautiful girl in our group. To be honest, I was a bit
jealous of her and at the same time admire her. Her writing was
unmatchable, it was like cursive printing on paper.
*Ring*
"Right, people let's do our
best today in the tests!" Alex called out excitedly, but was met
with a few grumbles.
"Good luck, Alex." I replied
while smiling at him. After the break up, I began noticing him more.
Especially when we were sitting in the library after school for
homework club and heatedly discussed what we would do in case of a
zombie apocalypse. The zombie would be The Walking Dead zombie and
the scenario was Owl, Alex, Trent and I were stuck together. We went
through almost all possibilities about ration, shelter, weapons and
rescue missions.
I arrived at the classroom and
took my test position. The teacher said a couple of mandatory
encouraging words before handing us our test papers. All of our bags
were placed at the front of the classroom prior to taking our seats.
Pens, pencils, rulers and correction tapes were littering students'
desks as they internally freaking out.
Ten minutes into the test, I began
to lose my chain of thoughts. Oh, god. I am going to fail! Right,
focus. Emission spectra is a range-Yells and screams rang out as
clear as the school siren. I looked up and everyone in the class
halted their actions as I was. We began looking around, and some were
panicking. Our chemistry teacher tried to calm us down and said that
it was probably nothing. I knew it was not nothing because I could
read his expression like a children's book. His bushy brow knitted
together and he was fidgeting with his thumbs. For the first time in
my life, I openly disobeyed the teacher's order. I quickly finished
the rest of the test, in case my instinct decided to play a prank on
me. As I handed in the test ahead of my class, the P.A. announcement
came on.
"We advise all teachers to
follow the evacuation plan, immediately!" It was cut off
suddenly but not before we heard screams and growls.
That was
finally the cue for chaos. It was true, the saying that you could see
the real character in people in bad situations. I left my favorite
pens behind and quickly scooped up my bag. At the same time, trying
to calculate what I should leave behind and what would be useful to
keep. Most of my classmates were pulling out their phone and ringing
home. Some had tears running down their eyes. Even the toughest boy
in the class was crying. Damn it, why don't I have the same
class as my group?! I dumped out my heavy text books but kept my
lunch box and keys. Nothing was really useful in my bag except the
knife.
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