Dream?

The howling of the wind made her jump. Her large brown eyes searching, glistening with trauma. I wish I could go back to the boring lectures. I never understood her though. Even the smallest tapping of a pencil made her frightened.

She would yell "Stop that!" At the kid who, bored of her lecture would, tap his pencil to a silly beat he created in his head. Of course, this being middle school, the other kids would catch on to her little 'pet peeve' and tap their pencils to make her angry. What they didn't know is that, it wasn't a pet peeve. It was trauma. A fear. Anxiety. She would never tell us though. She never did.

I wish I would have known what happened to her before they came. I wish I found out the pain that she suffered in her past.

That day the wind never stopped, and she never taught. Of course the students thought it was great. They didn't have to do anything but play on their phones the whole class period as the teacher cowered in the corner a small screech coming out of her mouth each time the wind blew harder. You could hear her sobs, and pleas for forgiveness. Everyone thought it was funny until it happened.

"Students, and teachers... this is a loc-AHHHHH." The intercom stopped then. Fuzz taking over the school. I felt the blood drain from my face. What... what was that?

The other kids seemed to be nervous as well but played it off as a joke.

"Ha, the principle is trying to scare us again." I could detect a slight tremor in his voice.

"I don't think so guys. He didn't even turn off the intercom, and do you remember what he was saying before? It was a lock down." I tried to reason with the other kids. Their eyes went wide, and the room silent. Even the teacher was quiet. Then, a girl gasped, and everyone started to panic.

"Everyone calm down! Freaking out is not going to solve anything." The room went silent, and that's when you could hear it. Hissing like a snake, and rattling. The lights flickered off. My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounding.

"Wha-what is that?" I looked over to the door. Seeing only the gleam of the exit sign. A shadow over took it. You could hear slow dragging footsteps.

"Hide." I whispered. We all shuffled under our desks. The room was pitch black. Suddenly the sounds stopped. Everyone held their breath terrified of what could be out there. Then. Bang! Bang! The doors rattled, with every pound. A girl screamed whimpering with every pound. I tried to see things through a logical mindset, but I couldn't help but panic. I searched around the room. Everything seemed wrong. I can't focus. I closed my eyes trying to block out this moment. Come on. Wake up. This is just a dream. Come on. Come on. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!... It was useless. Nothing worked no matter how hard I tried.... This is real. I searched the room once again. I've got to get out of here.

I heard a girl, her voice trembling "are they zombies?" She whispered. "Is it real?"