I sat atop the windowsill that ran on the left side of the classroom, and stared out and below, to a boy with black hair, standing with a girl of the same color, her hair tangled and messy with a little bow placed on her messy bangs.
I knew of the two, but not their names, nor what grade they were in, only that the boy was a silent creep and the girl was overly ecstatic about almost everything. How the pair of them ended up being friends was always beyond me.
"Kyo!" The teacher yelled my name from across the room. I went to sigh, but as I did, sirens began ringing in the distance, and turning back outside, the girl and boy were gone. The teacher sighed and pointed towards the door. She needn't say a word, as the class began filing out of the room. I stayed still, waiting for everyone else to leave before I did.
***
My footsteps echoed through the halls as I ran, the sound of gunshots down other hallways filling me with absolute terror. I tripped over something and landed on my face. I stood up and turned to look at what had tripped me, and there I could see one of my classmates, face down on the ground, and she was filled with bullet holes. I quickly pulled myself together, my hand to my chest as I ran away from the scene. My clothing was soaked with blood from the girl's body, and I had tears streaming down my face.
The massacre, or cleansing as they called it, was terrifying, a blur. Heavily armed, Hazmat-suited men rushed through the school, leaving only a trail of blood and infected or dead students in their wake.
I could hear the creatures behind me calling out to me. Calling my name, using my classmates' voices... but something deep inside me knew it wasn't them. There was not even a shred of humanity left in whatever those creatures were.
***
I rounded a corner too quickly, slamming my shoulder into a locker, tearing my sweater, and tearing a cut into my arm. I could see flashlights in the distance, with survivors standing just behind them, that girl with the bow, and the silent boy... I could see Samantha waving her arms wildly, smiling at the sight of me alive.
But the hazmat-suited men held me at gunpoint, demanding I stay where I was in the middle of the hallway. They shot down the creatures behind me, and they motioned for me to come forward. I ran towards them, a feeling of relief washing over me.
"She's infected." One said, gripping my arm tightly. Another agreed. One pointed at my shoulder wound.
They aimed their guns at me this time, and Samantha began screaming for them to stop. I began pleading for my life, trying to explain what happened. They wouldn't listen.
But as you will soon witness, this world is cruel and... disgusting. Selfish people do whatever it takes to keep themselves alive, even if it means killing the innocent. They breathed heavily through their suits, and I could hear multiple gunshots. I felt a sharp, burning pain in my chest, stomach, and then my head. I fell to the cold floor. The last thing I could hear was Samantha's desperate screams.
The world you will soon learn about... will surely show you just how bad this "infection" became, and the victims it would claim, whether it be because of the Pathogens, or foolish battles for power and land.
But just know... this cruel world will see more of me.