You realized that that was not your teacher…it was something else. Something scarier. A zombie? Screams filled the room as kids sprinted out the door. You watched the kids run out the door, but you sat in you chair, petrified at the scene in front of you. Your friend grabs you before your once teacher could reach you. So many answers raced in your head as you followed your friends out the door. Is this the end? Or is this just the beginning of the end?
