Morning came. They sit quietly waiting for help to come, or at least, some information from the radio.
"I have to pee," says Brock.
"Again?!" Cindy complains.
Brock opens the window and unzips his pants.
Everyone uncomfortably turns away.
Way down below, the savages see him and relentlessly try to climb the building.
"Pricks..." he says.
Brock aims his pee to give them a shower, out of his own delight.
"You know, I wouldn't waste that if I were you..." says Trevor, implicitly suggesting to save their pee to prevent themselves from getting dehydrated.
"Eww..." James is disturbed.
"Seriously?!" Jack smacks Trevor's head, out of disgust.
*Smack!*
"Ow!"
Mary stands up and slowly walks to Hailey.
"Umm, Hailey..."
"Hmm?"
She goes to whisper something in her ear.
"Oh, okay. Come," Hailey responds as she realizes.
Sasha locks her eyes at Mary, glaring at her as she walks across the room.
Hailey stands by the shelves to makes sure no boys go behind while Mary does her business.
"I swear, this room is already smelling like a public restroom," Jane complains while scratching her body.
"No one wants to hear your complaints. You wanna step out? Just says so..." Sasha says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
Jane angrily glares at her.
The storage room is used to store unused objects in the school. In these situations, however, these seemingly useless things could be what gets them to be rescued. The students make themselves busy looking for things they could use. There's a roll of duct tape on a shelf and a white tarp laying around.
The students plan to make a sign with the white tarp. However, they can't find anything to write with. Kate gets an idea.
"Jane, you always carry your eyeliner and lipstick, right?"
"Just make it count. I paid good money on these," Jane hands them her emergency makeup from her skirt's pockets.
"It's done!" Hailey says.
They made afairly good, visible sign. SOS.
With duct tape, they stick it out the window, letting rescuers know they're there.
They wait by the windows, hoping for a helicopter or any help to come. But in their perspective, it's going to be really difficult. The streets are completely dominated by the savages, roaming around and looking for prey.
"How long do you think it will take... for someone to find us?" Thomas asks, anxiously.
"We could be here a while..." Mr. Brown replies.
"And... and what if no one finds us?" he asks again.
Everyone looks down, worrying the same thing. A bigger problem they fear to most likely face is starvation and dehydration. Stella, however, despite the ugly situation they're currently in, attempts to lift up their spirits.
"Don't worry, Thomas... I'm sure we'll be rescued soon," Stella says with a genuine and comforting tone.
"Worrying will get us no where, right?" she asks.
"Yeah... you're right, Stella. Let's try to stay strong and positive," says Michael.
Their worries faded away, after filling the room with hope and positivity. They continue to sit around the cell phone, waiting for a signal.
"Do you guys wanna play a game?" asks Alan.
"Sure," Jay replies.
Most of the class participate playing charades.
James pulls out his hands from his pockets, pretending to shoot the class. He then blows on his finger tips and puts them away.
"You're a cowboy from the wild west!" Trevor points.
"Correct, again!" James high-fives Trevor.
Brock spends time dancing around, making incomprehensible movements. It's taking a while for them to guess what he is.
"This is hard..." says Trevor.
"Come on, I'm not that bad!" Brock complains, slightly offended.
"Ooh! I know what you are!" Alan points.
"Finally! What am I?" asks Brock, catching his breath.
"A dumbass!" Alan laughs as he avoids a book flying at his direction.
The class laughs.
Next, they play truth or dare.
"Truth!" says Cindy.
"Who do you have a crush on?" asks Hailey.
"Ooohhh!" Michael is super invested.
"No one..." Cindy smiles confidently and crosses her arms.
"Is that so...? That's not what chapter eighteen of your diary said..." Hailey makes an evil grin.
"You read my diary?!" Cindy stands up, embarassed and furious.
"Hey, don't leave it out on your desk next time... and don't be ashamed to listen to square dance music on Tuesdays," Hailey rusn around the room while Cindy chases her.
They all laugh.
They make most of the time they have together stuck in the storage room trying to cope with the madness by staying positive. Together, they bond, laugh, and create fun memories as a class.
Next, Mr. Brown tells about his life story from when he was a young man and his first failed attempt in romance. Everything starts to get boring from there.
They wait the whole day until sunset. The warm orange light seeps in from the North and East windows. They wait... and wait... and wait until night. Unfortunately, there's still nothing but buzzing, empty static. Their positivity can only last for so long. They go to sleep, again, feeling hopeless.
As the next relentless morning comes, things are now starting to get really difficult. Their stomachs ache, their lips are dried out, and they all smell unpleasant. Their days grow darker in the storage room, as they haven't eaten anything in the last two days.
Thomas' stomach growls loudly.
"S-Sorry..."
Everyone is starving.
Brock looks around the room, trying to find something to eat. He finds a white powder in a ziplock bag inside the desk and shows it to everyone.
"Who's willing to bet and try this is just sugar?"
No one says anything. They are in no mood whatsoever for jokes.
"Kids these days... Learning to do illegal stuff at such a young age, and under school premises, too..." Mr. Brown shakes his head, arms crossed.
Brock looks at Thomas, who went back to sleep, using the curtains as a blanket.
Those curtains are ugly, it's a good thing the school thought twice before hanging them in every classroom. He thinks to himself.
Suddenly, he has an idea.
"Hey, why don't we use these curtains, tie them together, then climb down from the window?" he suggests his idea.
"Yeah, and once it's not long enough let's just drop three floors down! I wouldn't be surprised if that ziplock bag actually belongs to you," says Jane.
"Why don't you shut your damn mouth? I'm the only one actually thinking of how to get out of this shit hole!" Brock grumbles.
Jane and Brock continue to argue.
"Guys...!" Stella tries to stop them.
Suddenly, Trevor gets an idea. He stands up.
"Hey, wait... that actually might not be a bad idea..." he says to Brock.
"Oh, great! Another crackhead..." Jane smacks her forehead.
"No, you're right... That wouldn't be enough to reach the ground... but at the very least, it's our ticket to eat something and gain some energy," says Trevor with enthusiasm.
Everyone looks confused.
"Guys, we don't need to go all the way to the ground... just one floor down," he adds.
"What do you mean, Trevor?" Stella asks curiously.
Everyone is not exactly following what he means.
"Sasha, you know exactly what's one floor below this room," Trevor looks at Sasha and points at her knife.
"Cooking class," Sasha remembers.
The class now realizes.
Trevor runs to the window and points down at the cooking class' windows. Fortunately, the students left it open.
"Look! The window's open! That usually means the students baked something and left it by the window to cool," Trevor explains.
He holds one of the curtains.
"If we could firmly tie the curtains together, it would surely be long enough for a commando to reach down and grab something while the others hold them up," he adds.
No one says anything. They're not confident with his risky plan.
"Trevor, I think we should just quietly sit and wait for help to come," says Mr. Brown, laying on the floor, fatigued from hunger.
*buzz*
*buzz*
*buzz*
Mr. Brown's cellphone is still not receiving anything.
"Umm, yeah. I wanna eat," says Jane.
"But, what if those pricks are lurking around there waiting to pounce?" asks Jack.
"Yeah, dude... That sounds a little dangerous..." says Alan.
"Well, there's only one way to find out... Don't worry, I'll be the one climbing down." Trevor says, smiling.
They pull down the ugly curtains from the windows.
"Does anyone know how to tie a strong knot?" asks Kate.
"I do," Jay raises his hand.
"My dad and I always go on fishing trips. I know how to tie knots that can hold seven boats!" he adds.
Jay confidently ties the curtains together. Just a moment later, he's already done.
"We should test it first, no offense, Jay," says Hailey.
"Sure. Knock yourselves out." he replies.
As a test, the two biggest and strongest guys in the class, Jack and James, pull on each end. They pull as hard as they can, yet, it won't budge.
"It's perfect. Nice one, Jay!" says Trevor.
Jay sits as he proudly smiles.
"It's still too short to tie it to anything. The three of us are gonna have to hold him steady. Can you guys handle it?" Jack says to Ethan and James.
Ethan and James nod.
"Don't worry, I trust you guys," Trevor smiles while leaning by the window, waiting for Jay to finish tying the curtain around his waist.
Jay finishes and Trevor gets ready to go down.
"Wait!" Ethan says.
He gives his ax to Trevor.
"Take this... for your protection. If things go south, I'm leaving this room to come after you..." Ethan says.
Trevor nods. He places the ax in his pants behind his back.
"Get ready..." says Jack.
Ethan, James, and Jack prepare to hold Trevor up as he goes on a suicide mission to get everyone food.
"Ready..." Trevor climbs through the window.
Everyone is feeling nervous.
"Go!"
He jumps down. The three receive sudden weight, causing them to jolt forward.
"OH, SHIT!"
"WAIT!"
"AHH!"
Ethan is about to fall through the window. The class screams and turns away. Brock grabs Ethan by his hood, pulling him back from the window.
"Why'd you jump off so suddenly, moron?!" Brock yells.
"Keep it steady!" Mr. Brown directs from the window.
The three manage to regain balance.
"Trevor! What do you see?!" asks Ethan.
"I can't see anything! Lower me more!" Trevor replies.
"Okay... take one step on three..." says Jack.
"One..."
I'm so high up. Trevor thinks to himself, looking down.
"Two..."
I think I can see a couple big trays of cookies near the window...
"THREE!"
They take a step forward, lowering Trevor.
"Woah! okay... I'm lowering..."
Trevor is lowered perfectly near the cooking class' open windows.
Frighteningly, the cooking class is packed with savages.
"Uh oh..." Trevor says nervously.
They turn to Trevor and charge at him.
"GRAAAAAAHHHHH!"
"AHHH!" He screams.
"SHIT! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Jack yells.
"ARE YOU OKAY?!" Stella asks.
"TREVOR!" Mr. Brown yells through the window.
The savages start jumping out the window to grab Trevor. He kicks himself away from the window, evading them, causing them to fall to the ground. Their bodies splatter on the pavement like a pancake with ketchup.
One grabs onto Trevor's leg.
"AHHH!" he screams.
Everyone screams in fear.
"Shit! It's heavy!" the three struggle to hold Trevor up with the added weight.
"Oh, no!"
Everyone watches in horror as Trevor struggles to hang on. Stella runs to the shelves and grabs a pile of books. She starts throwing them at the savage. One almost hits Trevor.
"Woah, watch it!" he yells.
"Sorry!" Stella apologizes.
She throws another and successfully hits the savage on the head, causing its grip to loosen. Trevor kicks its face, causing it to fall.
"Nice job!" Trevor says.
"Watch out!" Stella yells as she points at the window.
Trevor looks in front of him. Another savage jumps, attempting to grab onto his torso. He grabs the ax from his pants and gives a big swing. He slashes its head successfully, causing it fall. Trevor survived.
"Nice one!" says Jay from the window.
Trevor catches his breath. He looks around the room. It's now empty.
"It's clear!" he says.
"Go! Grab something and get the hell out of there! You're heavier than you look!" says Jack struggling.
Trevor leans in and grabs the two trays. He stacks them on top of each other.
"Pull me up!" he shouts.
The three pull him back up. Stella takes the trays to let Trevor climb back through the window. Everyone's relieved. Ethan runs over and hugs him.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
Trevor returns the hug.
"Yeah!"
Everyone is glad he's safe. They gather around and put the trays on the floor.
"Cookies, huh? You risked your life for two trays?" Jane says with arms crossed.
"They were the only food there," Trevor replies.
"Yeah, you should be grateful, Jane," says Kate.
"Thank you, Trevor," says Stella.
"Yeah, man. You're awesome!" says Alan.
"Ooh! I think they're walnut cookies," says Hailey.
The tray has more than enough cookies for everyone.
"Finally! FOOD!" Brock shouts in joy.
"I'm gonna savor every bite of this," says Jay.
The mildly-stale, yet colorful cookies bring joy and hope to the class.
Everyone grabs a cookie from the tray, except Sasha who's sitting alone in the corner. Trevor notices her.
"Hey, Sash, join in on this! Grab some cookies!" says Trevor.
Sasha looks at them.
"It's fine. I don't want any..." She says.
Everyone looks at her, confused. Jane gets pissed and stands up.
"What? Are you too cool~ to eat cookies now?" says Jane, making a scene.
"I said I don't want any... Leave me alone..." Sasha looks away.
"You know, Trevor risked his life to feed your stuck up ass!" Jane shouts.
The room goes awkwardly silent.
"Umm... Jane... maybe you should cool it?" says Michael.
"S-Stop fighting..." says Stella, worrying.
"No! I'm sick of this bitch acting like she's so~ superior! First, not only did she risk her own life, but everyone else's to get a damn knife... but, when she finally gets the chance to eat something after two days, she shoves it to our faces!" Jane points at Sasha.
Sasha annoyedly faces away and says nothing. Jane steps closer.
"The world goes to shit and you're still holding on to your fucking pride... You should've been under that damn bus for all we care!" she yells.
Ethan stands up.
"Stop it! She can't eat these. She has a severe nut allergy," he says.
He suddenly remembers about Sasha's deadly allergy and the one time she was sent to the hospital because he shared his peanut butter and jelly sandwich with her.
The room goes silent again.
Sasha snaps and stands up, gripping her knife with a terrifying glare at Jane. Everyone stands up and steps back, frightened.
Jane backs away, frightened.
"Woah! Sasha, calm down..." Mr. Brown reaches out.
Ethan runs to Sasha to hold her down before something bad happens. He puts her hands on her shoulders and looks her in the eyes.
"Hey, Sash... look at me..."
Sasha looks down at the floor.
"Please... calm down... don't do this..." he begs.
She looks at everyone, looking afraid... afraid of her. She looks at James, who's terribly frightened, too. Sasha realizes what she has done... what image of her she gave to everyone there. She looks at Ethan while holding back her tears of regret. She drops her knife on the floor and sits back down, crying quietly.
"S-She really pulled her knife on her..."
"S-She was about to stab Jane..."
"Is she crazy?!"
The others whisper.
Confused, Stella stands up and runs to Sasha to hold and comfort her.
"Guys... what are we doing? We shouldn't be fighting like this..." Stella stands in the middle of the room.
"We're friends... right?!" she asks, pressing her palm against her chest.
Everyone looks at one another. No one says anything.
"She pulled her knife out! She's dangerous!" Brock points at Sasha.
"Mr. Brown, do something!" says Cindy.
Mr. Brown is in shock with what just happened. He cautiously walks over to Sasha and takes the knife on the floor.
"Sasha, what Jane said was crossing the line, and I know why you felt that way... but pulling out a knife, looking like you're intending to stab her... you know, it will never be okay... Please give your sincere apologies," says Mr. Brown.
"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Jane..." says Sasha wiping her tears with a shaky voice.
"Now you, Miss Brooks... Apologize for the awful things you said..." says Mr. Brown in a serious tone.
"... I'm sorry, Sasha..." Jane says hesitantly, avoiding her gaze.
After that madness, the room begins to calm down. Everyone continues to eat quietly. After a while, James stands up and walks over to Sasha and Ethan. He reaches into his pocket and hands Sasha an energy bar.
"An energy bar?" Sasha asks looking at him curiously.
"It's nut-free. You can have it. I didn't wanna eat it cause I'd feel guilty for everyone," says James.
"A-Are you sure?" Sasha looks at James with a sad expression, ashamed.
"Yes," says James with a sincere tone.
Sasha takes it from his hand. She opens it and takes a bite. After days of eating nothing, the taste of an energy bar had never been more consumable.
"Thanks..." Sasha says.
"You're welcome!" James smiles warmly.
Jane watches them in the corner. She rolls her eyes and continues to watch the sky.
They sit quietly, waiting for the radio to get a signal. After all that time, there's still nothing but static. By now, it's doubtful that the class would receive help anytime soon.
*buzz*
*buzz*
*buzz*
*"H-He-Hello."*
They hear a voice from the cellphone.
"A voice?!"
"Finally!"
"Shh. Be quiet!"
Everyone rushes to listen.
*buzz*
*"Greetings."*
*buzz*
*"My name is Robert Dawn, live broadcasting from station 3..."*
*"This is my message..."*