next to his mouth. I held my breath and waited to hear even the slightest sounds
of breathing. I wished that the suddenly silent world would become quieter still
so that I could hear something. It was hopeless. There was nothing.
I walked out into the cool September sunlight and crossed the empty playground.
Just one glance at the devastated scene outside the school gates was enough
for me to realise that whatever it was that had happened inside the building
had happened outside too. Random bodies littered the streets for as far as I
could see.
In seven hours since it happened I've seen no-one else.
My house is cold and secure but it doesn't feel safe. I can't stay there. I
have to keep looking. I can't be the only one left.
The phones aren't working.
There's no electricity.
There's nothing but static on the radio.
I've never been so fucking frightened.
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Emma Mitchell
Sick, cold and tired.
I felt bad. I decided to skip my lecture and stay at home. I had one
